Realization comes through reaping

Reality contained in quiet

My companions are walking corpses

I am buried with your words

Turn their backs to me

Scared to see the ghost

Turned and walked away

Scared to see the ghost

Time to go one last look, one last touch. A ghost to those I love

Time to go one last look, one last touch. Goodbye to those I love

So close

So close to separation

A ghost without a grave

A ghost without a name

So close