I am a ghost, I am, remains
I blink with thoughtlessness
A deep, dark, nothingness
I am missing... something
The thrill of beating drums is gone
A dream grown silent
I had it all wrong
Bones and pain and rust
Fiery embers to dust
Sweetest of smells to musk
A smoldering carcas at dusk
Nothing but deep, dark, empty
Haunting halls and passerbys
No more dreams, no more cries
Just a soul, a flickering light
Letting go of all her might
Just a day becoming night
One less struggle, one less fight
One less amongst the living
Yet everything stays, everything