in the silent whispers,, knights of darkness
need no more flowers and garnishes 

no regrets that I've so many regrets
that's tattoos of my soul

without passions n' convictions of crimes .
sins have nowhere to turn
thy turned into manipulations and controls
which cause every false loves, jurisdictions, and manipulations of controls

face thy selves
so little of nothingness and it's somewhere of that a honest start ...
not the ladders , no unconsciously conscious submissions to powers unknown
it's the path I've built myself with pains n' remorse

take as what it comes
and let it be
only thing can be changed is the minds