Somehow I’m seeing something
Too dead to recognize
My skin’s cryptic writing
Won’t tell me who I am inside

I still alive 
Or have I reached the end
I don’t know who you are
But I feel like I’ve been here before
These men of dust
Absent of what I need
Together yet alone
We leave this forgotten place behind

Other broken souls
Are drawn close to me
The allure of torment
Beckons and hungers
Twisting free

Unveiling of answers
Unfolding of [bad word] Spoken in hisses
Mortality gone
Given away

You ask your questions and I’ll ask mine
Why did I want immortal life?
Memories fade as I arise
What pain awaits on other sides

Feel at all for those with you
Matter in your heart
Maybe they’re just willful tools
Helping you along

Why the wait to return to me
My precious, pretty one
One more question still to ask
Where shells have failed dreadfully

Answer me this as best you can
What can change the nature of a man

You cared not for any replies (any but mine)
All those men who had tried but still died by the sleight of your hand
I hear of my lives
My [bad word] answer I’ll find

An anchor for a soul
Lost but living this I know
Life is learning how to die
Being whole will hold them tight

I’m left to find my way
Meet them all the fallen shades
Torn to touch and feel a face
Though I fear I might see rain