I stood there motionless
Silently as my past
Came back to me
To haunt me
To make me go
To the backdoors of my mind
And this feeling
Can't explain it
No one can
Like asking the nothing
To explain
Everything
Life taught me
Many times before
That the past
Is capable of creating ghosts
Of course I regret it
As pointless as that is
If you look at it
Regret can't change a thing
But now I see it
It's been there all along
Redemption at my fingers
What once was
Shall be again
Irony defines it best
Though I can't make myself do it
To go ahead and do it
Matters not
Not my choice to make
The deed is done
No remorse
For it had to be done
And as fire cleanses
A violent motion (brings hope)
Brings hope