Shadow, Parts I and Ii

Part I: I am a ghost of myself A shadow of what once was Spirit in a box high on a shelf Collect dust, that's all it ever does Soul in a jar under my bed Childhood innocence I have lost At first I thought myself to be dead Look at all I had that has been tossed In dusty corners of my mind it was laid Hard to believe it once held such vivid verve Lying there, knowing it was betrayed When did life take such a dark curve?\ Part II: This shadow of what once was Leave my spirit on that shelf Let it collect dust because, That's how it was meant to be Predestined in the stars that shine above Out of sight, don't want to see The remains of my waning love Follow the dark curve into tomorrow Wherever it may twist or turn Even if it brings me sorrow There's so much darkness left to learn