Perfect shadows make light brighter.

Hide faces between walls,

make shinny ones whisper louder,

in lost corridors

where lost souls meet old horrors.

There´s a place in your mind,

where stairs seem unaligned.

Blanks make you blind

false feet meets weak ground

and silent dreams get drowned.

Your voice must speak louder

than all the voices silence can bring.

Fulfill noisy sounds being mightier.

Between all fears walking in and out

the only door you shouldn´t open is «doubt».

Sorrow glimpse blow your eyes in sadness.

Jump beyond the bounds of madness

because all lies fit int the same rude story

the path you must return. Your old life glory.


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