For years I'm digging
For a place to bury my past.
And I've tried rebuilding
Myself and what it's cost.
But along with my past
Parts of myself I'm also losing.
And demons are casting their lots
While I'm privately dancing.
But the past is secretly stalking
Lurking and watching my post.
From my doors to windows with clock's ticking.
Catching up, haunting like a living ghost.