Pallbearer
The Ghost I Used to Be
Strange shards
All relics of the paths
That I have followed
To dead ends

Embed in wounds
All doors into the past
They’ve barred themselves
But scars have failed
Torn open far too soon

And with time
The shards transform to keys
Fit for lowest depths
Unlocked truths to reveal
Sharpened fine
The keys all sink within
My time has come
Accepting fate
Light disappears again

Fading eyes
No paths I see now
I become the ghost
The ghost I used to be