How quick the seasons change
The leaves turned from green to grey
flickering apparition hovers above
So familiar, yet so distant
Preserved in age, icy hands support a somber face

Like a curse of immortality
Father time mocks me
Through grave and tomb
Past valley and precipice
Emerges the ghost of retribution
The horizon burns, set light by kin and blood
snake amongst us, has soured this soil

Sometimes I hope you aren't looking down on me, to witness what I've [bad word] 

Through time you will see what blinds you
Beholder of all light
Turn back the stone
To your slumber return

Suspended on a tide of obscurity
wraith missing a crown

It almost feels like time is standing still
Yet somehow time has drained me of my youth
The years I've waited have all but slipped away
Torn from me

Father time forever mocks me

I have [bad word]  I have [bad word]  powerless, power-less
I have [bad word]  I have [bad word]  so emotionless

Through time you will see what blinds you
Beholder of all light
Turn back the stone
To your slumber return