I sense them I feel them I hold them close to my soul I know they are there at every step I take… t hrough the portal of my soul… Always e mptiness… always black , in its bowels …. The d ark night creeps in and the heavy fog of memories past of torment… torture… and sin Each one is different and stands together, but always still alone s ome brick, some mortar, some solid stone… s ealed forever … and all the while condoned Hiding and fearing that those ghosts may awake, and finally come undone…. While walking path of my darkest hours , wandering, lost, tired, and burned, I’m always w alking the path …. along lonely flowers Ghosts of the past walking right beside me Every blink, every breath, every heartbeat , they are beside me… deep inside me….. Through the maze of monuments, I walk alone s eeking ….s earching …. y earning …. l ongi...