Sometimes, in the dark, frigid and lonely night
I feel the rattling chains begin their blight
As torrent upon torrent bathe me in fright.

I cast my glance all about this unkind place
And feel my young bones freeze from the vacant space
As dark shadows rise from their rest draped in black lace.

I hold my head, scream and begin the fruitless run
As the residents of hell begin their chase for fun
While I make haste through the wreckage with little caution.

Boney and bleached their marrow outstretched for me
I stumble on the hard, cold ground, upon both knees
And pray to the heavens as I do nothing but bleed.

I am helpless against the spirits who rise from their grave
Whispers on rancid breath telling me I am just a slave
When in truth I am but the beautifully bound nave

Only a fool would believe they could escape the ghosts of time
Despite bruised flesh and broken nails from the desperate and lonely climb
But in the end, when all is done, it is the grave that I find.

And the wrathful dirt of my lone past
Is all I have managed to amass
No longer am I even aghast.

For my eyes close
And the ghosts know
Of my many woes

Of my many woes.