without, lost

Can you believe it?

I've covered myself in them,

the ghosts of heroes far away.

I've given them my soul

and my heart and hands, too

and they don't even know.

I've lost myself along the way.

Pieces of myself are pieces of them.

There is nothing here,

no love or home, no, not for me.

I'll drift like wood in a deep sea

surrounded by faceless waves

and voiceless whispers

Can you believe it?

I don't really exist.

Can you believe that?