Is it really alchemy?

Your borders are filled with landmines
a proof we lost the times
My every act is triggering:
heavy feelings,
lead to gold
Its strange to hold
something thats gone.

Listen to the tales of soldiers
who fought against it
and held on tightly
their heart still sings vibrantly
in tones of the memory:
being in love with a ghost is the worst
and im so haunted and possesed,
lay my head to rest
for the exorcist
while i wonder if you still exist...