after all those years you got
do you still close your eyes
and try to figure out
how to cry so silent at night
your thoughts always were your curse
even your demons concerned
if you could just break a mirror
you would live a mark
so the blood will get bitter
which running in your veins
like the time in space
watch your reflection
on the shattered mirror
did you like the ghost
killer of a young writer
wash as many times as you want
it will always have the dirt
just be silent silent silent
for what
you try the unlearn
how to stand still without the need
of wiping tears from the solid earth
