Feel like I am walking on my own grave

To the sins of my past I will always be a slave

Feel the chills run up and down my spine

Silent thoughts of voices haunting my mind

Ghost of unseen love all around me always

My heart hidden by a mist defying haze

Quicksand thoughts sinking underground

Deafening my soul without a single sound

Like Greeks bearing gifts that I do not trust

Women bringing love to my heart of rust

Withholding from me something I crave

I feel like I am walking on my own grave