In mourning for someone,
Cloaked in all black,
Quiet and broken,
Sat in the back.

I haven't changed,
A detail of me,
But I'm not the same,
As I used to be.

Silently tortured,
Silently scream,
These eyes that show nothing,
Are not what they seem.

I haven't changed,
A detail of me,
But I'm not the same,
As I used to be.

Inside this head,
Thoughts flit and they fly,
And memories fall away,
Like how I died.

I haven't changed,
A detail of me,
But I'm not the same,
As I used to be.

Reinventions of me,
Building new wealth,
I guess I've been mourning,
Mourning myself.