Hallucinations of knowledge
The thought you were something existing
Remains from yourself own usurper of your throne
But the mask falls down: spirit unknown
No one knew your mind
No one felt your sigh
No one wanted to break your heart
Joyous thinking
Footsteps to leave here
But when heart stops bleeding
Then will be…your spirit unseen, body unknown
Hollow pictures with the razor's edge
Only blood-red paint used on canvas-skin
Remains from yourself at least a brainwashed left behind
a nameless grave-your mirror of life
…a nameless grave-the body unknown…
...just let it never unknown
