I'm not alive.
Empty and dark. Cold and shivering. Fear and Nausea.
You brought me back.
You thought that I was back.
But I am not. I am not me.
I am gone. Now there is no one.
A carcass is what I am.
A shell for you to fill.
But isn't this what you wanted before?
Dropped at the moore only to be a bore.
Sweet sadness, oh how you welcome me back home.
When will you leave me?
Only when we are no more?