Consumed by your ghost,

Rejected by distance,

A perfect paradox only we could appreciate.

The pain is reassurance of life,

Life is reassurance of pain.

And what is living when we are not crippled with hurt?

Our torment becomes our strength,

And we turn it against the world full force,

Our swords in reality just our shields,

Our motivation just suffering.

We can see the horizon,

You were that horizon,

But think I can make it there alone.

I still miss you, but you are not my strength.