Sun playing tricks of the light
bringing the truth on my eyes
silently streaming through smallest of spaces
to expose last nights comfortable lies
forced to confront my reflection
merciful shadows retreat
naked without cloak of darkness
As this stranger and I come to meet
I stare at his eyes for a moment
shameful of some secret sin
He's rather pale and unshaven
a crosswork of scars on his skin
I can tell that the years have been passing
age has crept onto my face
the strong young man with wild dreams
dissapeared without leaving a trace
violent mirror thrashing
blood from angry hands
try in vain to strangle sunlight
darkness understands
taking shelter in an unlight corner
fear the curse of day
but soon the sun is forced to sleep
and I will see the proper way
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