Phantom

A dead man walks amongst a lush and fertile atmosphere

Beauty whirls around him 

Still he’s suffocates with drear 

Ripping down the curtains in his path to see more clear 

Praying for this soul degraded 

A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind 

A vacant figure is what’s left behind 

Does your reflection make you scream? 

Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be

A jaded fool

Dejected phantom 

You are replaced by wasted years 

You are engraved 

By your own deception 

Leaving no trace, only wasted years 

Lingering to serve a void 

A world of black and white

Cursing streets among him 

Though never catching sight

Viciously digest the quest 

Of Skin, bone and sin 

Praying for, a soul once lived in 

A stratospheric puzzle unsolved in the mind 

A vacant figure is what’s left behind 

Does your reflection make you scream? 

Neglecting pieces of what’s meant to be

A jaded fool

Dejected phantom 

You are replaced by wasted years 

You are engraved 

By your own deception 

Leaving no trace, only wasted years 

You are the phantom of these wasted years 

You walk these street with worn out wander 

A wretched crowned phantom 

Of all these wasted years 

A sovereign claimed phantom in state of thrall 

You are the guide to an absent mind

A ghost confined with rusted hands of time 

You stand in the way of yourself

As you rise and fall