Kardashev - Cellar of Ghosts

In the cellar
Underneath the stairs…
Sips of wine stole
When I was young –
Candlelight ghost stories.

Every time that I climbed the stairs –
Sun pouring on flour like fireflies…
Dust-settling room!
Dust set upon my eyes!

I never knew the pain in your hands.
I took for granted the days that I saw you.

What does it mean to be standing here…
To breathe in your ghosts again….
I can't release this

Come away with me
I know…
I know…
All the hours that
I have spent alone.
Come away with me
I know…
I know…
I am bound by my past.
I should have known!

“I'll make things right”

Misted face in the mirror, I'll become your host.
Growing shade of a past I can no longer know.

What does it mean to lose my own name
To thoughts that have left me alone?
I can't release this!

I'll stay awake until I am dead!
A shadowsong of memories bled.
A cracking floor,
My old creaking bones.
I've lost my life to things I don't own.

This is all I knew…I ran.
Dead men don't come home…I'll rest.