So every day,
I get up & come back to the mirror /
...To fall silent at last ...
Yet ... " Don’t go" ... "
I don’t go anywhere, I think !" /
How long will is still last ...
not to suffer from any kind of affront ...
Am I here to tell myself that it’s possible for me tomorrow not to wake up?...
Am I here to tell myself ?
Fire & flesh are false -
The executioner went back to his position -
The mob doesn’t care about divine justice anymore .