Empty Shell of a Man

He's the empty shell of a man, Who's ghost does hunt me still Past-self casting a huge shadow, That his shoes will never fill, The man of which my spirit seeks, The very one I love, Has disappeared amongst the planes, Though not the ones above, Some alternate reality, A dual universe of sorts, A swap of mind and maybe body, 'cause he's not the one I know, That way he walks, The way he talks, My gosh, the way he smiles He has his look That wicked crook, He even took his style, But he's the mirrored flesh it seems, Walking flesh without the soul, I look in his eyes, those portals lie, They're empty and so cold