Giving Up the Ghost

Giving up the ghost Stolen from a ghost my heart I no longer need Drifting through an assemblance of memories forever unfreed Listen to the morning birds sing again just like yesterday I heed I am but a splinter on a world that no longer exists but dreams feed Aware of this fact where do people go to when cold breath punishes us in deed No feelings of laughter or joy in anything I watch or listen to this place is for humans to live and die in greed To live on would be a contradiction of what I once hoped and lived for but I regret the road it leads No happy endings on this Earth just to live without any true purpose then watch myself shrivel till going back to seed.