Pursuing the Memory of a Ghost Through the Gates of Darkened Perception: the Depths of My Ascension

Dreams crumble just like my thoughts, At least when I think of you. I'm left gathering myself' My minds eye's mirror's breaking through. Broken shards of silver glass, Reflecting horrors of broken paths. I've let down myself in everything I do. And I seem to have lost myself in the process of forgetting truth. Or at least what it used to be, Before you fed it to the moon. Now I'm fading with memory, Just like shadows of you. I'm a ghost in the night, passing graves in pale light. Cemeteries weep with me echoing the requiem of an aria like the lullaby of fright. Digging up the corpses of another dying life. Condemned to walk in darkness, A pallbearer weighing his own stone. It appears i live in dust amongst mist & hollow bone. Sleeping in a grave, A bed I've made my own. I turn tombs of my despair into a sepulcher's throne. Collecting ashes of the dead longing to see the sun again. Trapped in dirt for months, I haven't seen the light of day in your eyes. Winter chill drawing near, Freezing all I fear. The world frozen in white perfection, My heart through the snow. Walking through the gates i was Engulfed in a great light. A voice said i was merely sleeping, Dreaming everything's alright. I saw visions of your ghost as you were leading me home...