May we be trailed by our past
skeptic of our future
dissatisfied with the present
and lost within our creatures
Of who we were
and of what we currently see
a failed foil of life
no human indeed
Mirrors to our backs
eyes to the floor
fear in the essence
behind all closed doors
When all hope will be severed
who we want to become
a fierce transformation
from friend to phantom
A ghost of the past
haunts the breeze of the mind
the cares of desicions
of an internal crime
Murder we feel it
self destruction uneased
waves crashing down
all products deceased
Who have we become?
only a monster it seems
of demons and devils
of hate and lost dreams
Where will this go?
how long will it last?
for when can we breathe
and not long for the past?
