they're coming round again.

i've returned and they've been waiting.

their aged offerings received and returned, passed through wet eyes.

i tremble as i feel them rolling in for, my sins, the old ghosts know.

so chilling as i feel them mourn within my soul.

as the mourning grows.

unfold before me.

turn back the page again.

twenty-four hours spent wishing that the day was never ending.

shadows of glory shading my heart again.

recall the summer when i left my heart to cool beneath the shadows.

i'm coming round again.

i've returned and no one's been waiting.

i strain my eyes to see but it's so hard to read old tags on fallen walls