Shadow Man

I am a murky shadow of the man I used to be
I do the shadows of the things I used to do
While recalling murky shadows of the things I used to see.
Some witch's spell has wasted all my mind and memory
Now I'm haunted by confusion and a sense of dimming light
Knowing once I was a man, a man still strong and free.
I am troubled by the murmurs of all memory turned to dust
Knowing things I used to know, not knowing what they were
How can I search for answers when its the questions that I've lost?
Now I'm waiting for the ending when the shadows shroud the pain
I am a Shadow Man
Dementia is my Name.