A Third Face

Speak… Was I morose
And braek this bitter silence… Grim and sombre
Shatter this fragile glass… I was invisible
With the resonance… Miserable
Of this voice… Undetectable
Not mine… Nothing
…Or even less
Lie
And hide this painful truth… You
Tear the cold reality… Who sit upon a throne
The reptile’s tongue… In the ruin of my soul
With many voices… I make myself
Scream… Dreadful icons
You… To worship
Who steal my sight… Scream
And cloud my thoughts… To awake the demons
Allready so blurred… Of lunacy
By you I am possessed… The beast in my blood
Alas, my heart harbours
Two souls
And a thied face I wear on the outside
By Khavaleiro Negro