Spectre -

How can I inspire hope, when I find, no comfort of my own?

All that follows in my wake is an ever growing trail of ghosts

My failure compounds with their bodies in the ground

Every breath I take is a debt I’ll always owe

What could I do for the world when those in my heart lie feeding the worms?

I remember, I remember the ghosts

So there’s some form to the ether

But even if I have no memory

How many names have I written on stone steps, slabs, sterile beds?

How many are now artifacts?

Have I lead them straight to their deaths?

I use so much, and I give so much less

I give nothing in return for my life of excess

Ten years ago I cheated death and have since kept him at bay every time we’ve

met

Five more and I’ve left nothing of significance

I use so much, and I give so much less

I give nothing in return for my life of excess

Remorse, release, my thoughts ignite often

Yet still we leap to our coffins

What could you learn from me?

I have no answers, to victory where fly my pleas?

I am nothing but a future haunting

Cold sentiment precedes even warmer tendencies

But maybe one day, you’ll find your hope in the ghost that follows me