I’m living under a shadow,
No shape, no sound, no time.
A black and white silent film
That haunts a troubled mind.
Broken dreams lay all around;
Life has left its scars.
On a journey of remembrance,
Walking blindly through the dark.
Echoes call me from the past,
Familiar voices seem so near.
They fill an empty void,
Although it’s only ghosts I hear.
In a world of yesterdays,
Life’s lost all reality.
For memories are all that’s left
As I await my destiny.
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