Dusk of My Demise

I drag this weight of memories

A coffin built of lies

Old regrets keep following

In the dusk of my demise

Knock, knock — at my door, a figure stands

The face of final rest from far-off lands

I feel the chill of truth as it draws near

Bearing regrets like a relic born of fear

Step by step I falter

A ghost within my skin

No reprieve from what I am

The end begins from within

The hands that built me, let me go

A portrait smeared in dust and woe

A name once carved, now worn away

A love once held, now left to decay

A figure stands at my door

Its cold stare burning through the floor

The chill of truth draws near

Holding regrets like a ghost I used to fear

Oh, it's one more day

That I drag my casket down this weary way

Just one more day

That I drag my casket down this weary way