I stood there motionless Silently as my past Came back to me To haunt me To make me go To the backdoors of my mind And this feeling Can't explain it No one can Like asking the nothing To explain Everything Life taught me Many times before That the past Is capable of creating ghosts Of course I regret it As pointless as that is If you look at it Regret can't change a thing But now I see it It's been there all along Redemption at my fingers What once was Shall be again Irony defines it best Though I can't make myself do it To go ahead and do it Matters not Not my choice to make The deed is done No remorse For it had to be done And as fire cleanses A violent motion (brings hope) Brings hope