As i look into the summer sky All i see is a weathering landscape Drowning in tears the clouds Gloomy and grieving they do cry I feel like i know who died But i can't remember who
I walk into the cemetery lobby The air talking to the walls The dust hugging the floor The doors and windows crying “Was anyone else invited?” I ask “Just you and us” they answer How peculiar…
After washing my face, I take a look at the mirror Staring back at me was…, not me or at least not how i remembered me “Who am i?!” i yell at the mirror I got the same answer…
Struck by the memories Hugged by their sympathy I say memories But they were… Figments of what was and what i wanted to be The ******* of reality and fantasy Like an unbelievable deja vu Real or not, It didn't matter, In all honesty I couldn't tell…
I take a closer inspection Something doesn't make sense I breath on the mirror but i can't see my breath I run back to the funeral but it's too late No tombstone no nothing Exposed dirt in the middle of the grass It's me It's home.