Haunted

Those eyes that once did fire a spark
In those heady yesterdays,
When we stood as brothers in arms,
They now stare hollow in my face

What I ask changed the golden child,
To the Devil's hand that held the gun,
And built the altar where we sacrificed,
The lives of other people's sons,

Haunted by those dark clouds
Haunted where those sorrows creep
Haunted by that clock I can't turn back
Haunted am I, waking, haunted in my sleep

The lines now etched upon my face,
Read like the pages of a book,
Oh that I could tear them all out
Change the ending that it took.

The mirror on the bathroom wall
Just throws me back a vacant stare,
And sleeping brings me no oblivion
From the shadows that walk there

Haunted

Though I count my gold and silver,
Mind still rooted in denial,
Watch me now my lips are moving
With a disconnected smile.

No matter how the words are twisted,
Truth spider like in a web is spun,
Can't hide those bloodstained fingers,
And the bitter tears still run

Haunted...

Lacrimosa dies illa,Qua resurget ex favilla,
Judicandus homo reus.Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Haunted by those haunted faces looking back at me