The Ghost Of Future Past

the endless lines of melancholic memories fill these pages
as i covet this morbid fascination i have with my own
my own
my own
rebirth

the colossal specter of illusion fills my world with nothingness
as i search new depths of solitude to invent my own
my own
my own
myth

the phantom in the mirror of truth
the banshee of darkness that draws nearer to thee
the poltergeist of regret
still i gaze upon the reflection and see


me