I see caricatured face when
I recognize myself in the mirror every wrinkle,
And having actually like flight
Moment thought that turning
In the hands of this demon demonstrating
Where takes luck or even rent,
My soul every farce more wrinkles
Portrait shaping up so nefarious.
And I'm always good company,
Never walked alone and could not
Know of heresies were it not
Life partner of misfortunes
And when you believe in other directions
Do not you see where you are demon bittersweet...?