Perhaps,
Like my spirits,
I too,
Am a ghost.
Flocks of dead,
Haunting me.
My empty body.
Undying,
Despite craving death.
Some frail defiance of mortality,
In my battle against Entropy itself.
Why bother?
Trapped in worlds of Fools.
Greedy.
Selfish.
Shortsighted.
No wonder they see right through me.
See Right Through Me.
