You Maestro Is My Mark

My Master is you

I hear your echo in the silence

Your music is written 

Across my heart with violence.

The music is dead

The disciple is my faith

The beauty of youth

Have gone to an end.

Your sins are forbidden

The nightmares call you

You go for them willingly

Even if they are hidden.

My torture goes to neverending

My soul is going to the dark

Because your words in me forever

And you Maestro is my Mark.