Gravedigger illuminating Lonely eyes Where dreams Came to die Loaded gun Broken Sifting through stone Searching for a meaning Holding on too what Always fighting Thee failures of wasting time Staying between Thee lines Has become a bit easier If I could speak Now into existence Why did it take So long to get me here Dead end roads Piled up Mirrors on thee walls They lied to me all my life A replica I’m not No longer a prisoner Of the games they played Mere image of what I used to be Squashed That dog won’t hunt anymore He’s buried and dead Prettier pictures became me Blank canvases now of my own choosing They light up my world to no end I create what I want And do what I see fit with them