J. Christopher's Haunting

Now I look back on all I have lived

At all I have taken from those who would give

Never a thought to those I passed by

I could’ve helped them, but I wouldn’t try

My sins not of murder or theft in the night

But more in my arrogance, sure I was right

Never a hand would I lift in attack

But neither would I offer my helping hand

I hide in the twilight

My breath frosts the glass

I look in on the future

I’m trapped in the past

My own lack of vision

My version of hell

It’s all that I learned

There’s no more to tell

No one grieves for you when all sins return

I’ve lived at a distance, kept my life at bay

I showed no emotion because it wasn’t my way

Those few touched me and those I cast aside

I run from my sins but they find me each night

Between whom I should be and the man that I became

A vast chasm stretches my sins are to blame

Sense of fear is forever my friend

Winds of time pass and I stare looking back