EDWARD MORDRAKE

The man whose journey has stopped to that point, in the moment when he couldn’t afford the sight of himself. The one that in front of hidden atrocities, of slimy dreams…. he curled up on his side into his bed and cried. Two faces for one curse, his own life. Two faces of the one that tried to hide with a cowl, to hush up one with a shout and resign himself to the mediocrity of his fate […]

He Sneers, He Sneers
He Tells About Fear
Across Slimy Dreams
On Cheek, A Tear.

Two Face, One Curse
Like The Meaning Of This Verse
I Tried To Hide Him With A Cowl
I Tried To Hush Him With A Growl
But My Fate Is Perverse.

While I Write, When I Play
Where I Paint About Beauty, Again
Like A Whisper There’s A Cry
A Roaring Laugh From Evil Smile.

He Sneers, He Cries,
Hidden By A Quiet Smile
Cause He Told Me About Your Darkest Side
The Same One You’re Trying To Hide.

Nothing Changes If I Look Back
Till The Time Dyed In Black
You Are So Quiet For The World Outside
A Creepy Face Who Can Just Laugh And Cry

While I Write, When I Play
Where I Paint About Beauty, Again
Like A Whisper There’s A Cry
A Roaring Laugh From Evil Smile.

You Arouse Mercy Like A Cripple Clown
With No Sound, Like A Fish Who Drown
You Are The Sin And The Beast,
I Am The One Who Pays (For) Your Guilt, At Least.