Illusory

hold me up weary soul,

I can hardly keep to my toes in this cold,

the soil is ice and the moon is alone,

my eyes have seen enough hell to fold,

but still the slightest bit curious,

if maybe I would find you behind the curtains,

because I've searched the ends,

and the depths and distractions leave me uncertain.

 

excuse me traveler, I've passed you before,

do you remember me? I was looking for something more,

but ghosts will be ghosts and I'll keep haunting the same scenes,

until the light shines just bright enough for me.

 

hear me out, my weary ears,

melancholy but still near,

the song is one I used to know,

but I haven't heard in years,

It was the melody that brought me home,

when I thought I was just a face you used to know.

 

excuse me traveler, I've passed you before,

do you remember me? I found what I was looking for,

but ghosts will be ghosts so I gave the devil my soul,

she keeps singing from behind the hidden door.