The faceless water of this world.
When I look in the water in the hope
to see my own reflection stay's faceless.
I see nothing,
not even a glimpse of a man or of the empty shell I have become.
When I fight the water stay's faceless.
When I shad blood the water grows darker but yet stay's faceless.
For a soldier there are no reflections.
But when I love the faceless water takes shape,
and a face slowly starts to appear.
Now all I see are the deep blue eyes of a man who has killed to many times.
If the water will show a howl reflection...only time will tell.
