Shadows of the Past

He sits alone speaking aloud
With ghosts in his mind
Who are shining and wandering in the dark
They rejoice to see him dying
Their cries of delight are blind
Their presence needs to be kept apart
This is the end of a man
Who doesn’t understand
That his world is untrue
Sorrow in his voice
Sorrow in his eyes
In his head only black noise
Sorrow without any light
Sorrow without any fight
Craziness wins over tonight
Too many shadows of the past
Hidden behind the sky
Of his soul full of leaden colored clouds
For too long he has thought he could
Run away from pain
He surrenders to his madness and slowly falls
This is the end of a man
Who doesn’t understand
That his world is untrue
New names every day, every day wrong thought
Ever increasing nightmare
He remains alone
Sorrow in his voice
Sorrow in his eyes
In his head only black noise
Sorrow without any light
Sorrow without any fight
Craziness wins over tonight