Not sharing ourselves

Do I see the face of God
from the mirror of lies

Do you feel the face of God
Pressing lips onto mine?

Shadows tall fading into the night
like dying smoke from cigarette light

Some velvet cloth to warm you
on those lonely nights
you sail alone into darkness
on bed that's colder than your life

Half empty like your bleeding heart
a hole inside that never fills
material world uncomfortable
money to comfort your soul on sale

Do I see the mirror of lies
when pressing lips onto mine

Staring at you like staring at the sun
blinding me like Medusa's eyes
paralyzed and there's nothing else
what else is there than throes and sorrow

Don't let the grievance show
fight only when all alone
hidden silence can never fail
only resist and you shall prevail