Time ticks on, though my mind feels frozen
In that place and time many years ago
I still hear her name, and voice every so often
On the wind, down to my world of filth, so low
Ghosts of the past, seemingly forever haunting
In between moments of clarity
The shadow laughing, always taunting
Trying to make things worse then it seems to be
Thinking of her, at times is like being shell-shocked
At times feeling like flashbacks of war
The drugs quit helping purge her from my thoughts
Im now alone, with brain rot, and a heart thats sore