Silhouette of memory

I use to see your face On the face of the full Moon Salute the falling star Waiting for your message Or even a call to ease my pain Nothing but attack I got I got nothing but wound With the tenses that past For your last suite I used to clean the mirror And see your face instead I was absent as I’m now Lost in the pain For the suffering of my Cosmic body Absent while you maneuver Others and malfeasant yourself Enough so I may only Pity you I told you It’s hard to be a Man Again I repeat It’s hard to be a man A kind of Jesus That broke your hidden Cross And caused maladies As concrete as stone The velvet of my word Brought to you nothing But protection The pearl of my patience Brought you hope when Even your cells started To abandon you My silky voice was a cure For your inner pain You hide as sin and My appearance was The manifestation Of inherited Icon Today in my face You see nothing But a silhouette While your azure eyes Turned crimson Tomorrow I’ll be only The one you see his Back-shoulder but Your tongue shall search The missing teeth inside Your mouth Tomorrow and the day after You’ll see the previous Giant That bowed to your lie As in a front of Mispha Not because of incoherence But out of mercy and bliss You taught me how To refuse people and You failed to teach me that I taught you how to Embrace instead and I realized I failed and I regret for The times I lost in vain While my God Swear in Time.