Morning Silence

my violence has become loud
it whispers through these walls
what should be shelter of mine
my pale skin
my shadowed eyes
my wisdom
a lie!.
all lie. every shattered tear
will be ripped apart
and my inner savage
will be released to this world
and my treason has become my damnation
a burden to carry
through dreams
and through reality
all lost spirits, i have eaten their hearts
i have carried their memories
i have murdered their trust
just to fill my craving

in these mornings
when silence becomes a part of my
inner delusions
in these mornings
my skin is falling away
a skeleton
a mask
a reflecion
this is all whats left of me
the truth behind a lie
and all my fallen angels moan
for the victory and the death
for the sorrow and the memory