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I am just a ghost of myself

Haunting the shell of my miserable being

Forever lost in the ruins of my carnal other half

Forced to watch it’s slowly passing

I’m not more than a mirror image

Distorted

Unable to take part in the world outside

Contorted

Imprisoned behind the shards of my dreams

The stream of life flows on and on

But my hands are tied

Too many times I chose the wrong path

Was there ever a right one to choose?

Am I searching for an excuse, or did I never stood a chance?

And I was born to lose?

Deceiving words but the facts will still remain

Self destructive habits to numb the pain

The ugly face of truth will stay the same

I’ve failed, I’ve failed, I lost the game

How can I justify my presence?

Without a purpose and destined to end?

As a mere host of a decaying essence? As a quickly replaced incompetence?

I’m not more than a mirror image

Distorted

Unable to take part in the world outside

Contorted

Imprisoned behind the shards of my dreams

The stream of life flows on and on

But my hands are tied

Deceiving words but the facts will still remain

Self destructive habits to numb the pain

The ugly face of truth will stay the same

I’ve failed, I’ve failed, I lost the game

Here I lie in the dirt of my existence

In the nothingness I call my life

A heartbeat so insignificant

Like a teardrop within an ocean - It makes no difference…

My will to endure adorns a lonely tree

Tightly embraced by woe

Soon no one will remember me

And I’ll become just another John Doe