Fake all there is in the face

Not a word is true or pure

All there is… A mask of wisdom and confidence

I, the weak

I, the impostor

I, the lair

I, the confused

I, the fake prophet of deceit

All there is… an image… a vision… blurred every day.

Weaker is the light inside the heart

No faith

No god can save the soul

Disintegrating under a summer rain

O, I am tired

No place to rest the corpse in this waste.

Don’t pity me

Don’t loath me

Pity yourself; throw your soul in the abyss of shame

I, the god that forsaken me

Blessed I, on earth

Blessed I, the no one

Blessed I, the fake