They're knocking at my door
Ringing bells
Calling me out, telling me answer
But I don't think they'd like what they see
I'm no longer the person they're asking for
It's someone else, the previous owner of this place
He no longer exists, time claimed him
I am dealing with his monsters
But if I have nothing to do with him
Why do their words hurt me
Why do their bells haunt me
Why do their voices keep me awake
I wish I was still him, I wish I could answer that door
And soothe them, but they would hate to see me
And yet, he's all they want to see
We look alike, I give them that
However, I don't think they fathom that he's now a phantom
And that I sound different, I'm older
My shadow is darker, my footprints are bigger
But no one that I know is knocking at my door
There's no friend, no enemy, no foe
It's the ghost's
I don't even know if I should expect her
A specter has known more love than me
He died in a year but forever, I'll deal with his remains
There was no body, but there's every body
He's trapped time in a continuum, but I lapse with his people
Can we co-exist or is it futile
They break open the door and the house turns dark
They bring to light frames with faces
By their actions, the house ignites
They are thieves in the night
Notes he'd written, texts he'd made
They are flying in the air, landing down as ashes
They no longer mean nothing, they're the ghosts of a ghost
And people say there's life after d**h
These monsters won't hear me out, they're deaf
and I can't help but feel I'm in their debt
And suddenly I get it, they think it's an outrage
That the memories of them he's left still live on
They detest him, they'd test him, and he's failed
Now they want him erased off the earth
I should be helping them, they want and need closure
They want the ghost and them to die together, and it's kind of beautiful
I could bring an end to this narrative
I could get rid of his remains if I let them be
Until I no longer feel like a derivative
I just have to stand still and watch him die for good
But I find myself shouting, defending's someone's life
Protecting what he's left behind
A legacy.
He needs a legacy, like I see
His monsters haunt me, but that's all he's left.
I do not know who's right in this matter, but that's all he's left.
I am not scared for myself, I am scared for my soul
Could I also hurt so many people and result in a d**h toll
They really do think that the ghost k**ed them off his life
They've come back from the dead to claim the little he had left
I see him appear on the staircase, and he locks eyes with me
I want to tell him he should have gone gentle with them
But I know he died abruptly, he didn't know
So I nod, and tell him, "You've left me with hearts to feed, minds to heal, and monsters to k**."