You may not be dead but your eyes say it all

You’re a phantom floating in a superficial world

You know everything exists in a sugarcoated façade

Yet you continue to glide through the world’s sagging watered down cardboard walls

 

When will they fall

No one really knows nor do they care

It’s not their problems, Ghost

It’s a growing burden that the next generation can resolve

 

“No, Ghost, it wasn’t me…”

“Don’t blame me,” they say

It’s never anyone’s fault is it?

They blame you Ghost, they always have

 

“Why are you not around anymore?”

“Why have you left us to our own devices?”

How often do you hear these questions ghost?

How often do you shake your head in disgust?

 

Once imbedded in us so deeply,

You finally tore out every stitch from your decomposing body that once connected you to ours

And the wolves of our minds have long since hunted whatever was left of our compassion and reason

Now they starve, emaciated and gaunt because there is no love or hope left for them to kill

 

You may not be dead but your eyes say it all

You’re a phantom floating in a superficial world

You know everything exists in a sugarcoated façade

Yet you continue to glide through the world’s sagging watered down cardboard walls

 

You look to your left and see a man being killed in an ally way

Boom! A bullet to the head and a slumped over body sliding down the side of a dumpster

Turn away and keep walking, Ghost

Don’t pay this anarchy-ridden world any mind

 

You look to your right and see a robber running from the broken glass of a store

Don’t worry ghost,

That storeowner wasn’t a man struggling to feed his family of five

He wasn’t getting notices from the bank threatening to take his home, pay no mind, Ghost

 

You know that humanity itself is causing its own perpetual downfall

You know that our actions is just the pendulums’ first strike against our foundation

And that the tremors and quakes that riddle our emotions and decisions now

Are just the predecessors of what’s inevitably bound to come

 

We run in one direction Ghost,

And you’ve made it abundantly clear that you’ve chosen to run in the other

It’s ok Ghost

Just know you’re running directly in the bull’s path, and you are painted red

 

You may not be dead but your eyes say it all

You’re a phantom floating in a superficial world

You know everything exists in a sugarcoated façade

Yet you continue to glide through the world’s sagging watered down cardboard walls

 

Do you have a name Ghost?

What are you?

What do you represent?

What did you once mean to us?

 

I know your name Ghost

You’re morality

And you, my old, faded friend

Died right in my arms, and the colors of right and wrong drained from your essence