I kneel before the stagnate corpse.
Fingertips numb and so cold.
Fog crawls across the saturated soil, penetrated by stones.
No more tears for this one.
He looks just like me.

Confronted by this past.
The mirrors gave warning of approaching blind statues.
As of now I'm grown, and since figured all this out.

I'm here now, keeping faith, pushing time.
Nothing can stop me now.
No one can hear me now.
We can be here right now.

Taunt the waves, I'm not afraid.

For this I'll stop them all.
Until this forgotten figure fades, I'm nothing.
There was never a corpse, Only me...