We sit here on the narrow path
Staring face to face
The darkness waves his staff of death
Moving without a trace
His breath is cold
His movement numb
Lacking in any joy
If this were any other man
They\'d want not to say goodbye
But me? I’m different
I welcome him
He glides away with ease
I miss his presence
The simple path
That is mental disease
The illness creeps all through my brain
Effecting those around
It gets so bad that I hear them
Why are they damn so loud??
I want him back,
I miss his ghost,
I crave him more and more.
But I can\'t have him
You won’t let me,
The one I met before.