Life As a Living Ghost
Deafening whispers as I Scream,
Cast aside off-screen,
Used only as a backspace,
Just to aid in your pace,
Rock bottom doesn't even begin,
Thought of nothing more than just a mannequin,
Unanchored with no directive,
Hopelessly optimistic to find an objective,
Regrettably knowing the sad truth,
Clenching my ticket waiting to cash it the booth,
Where the ticket masters grin is so cynical,
Taking my seat as it all becomes visible,
Walls begin to gawk at me with glutenous eyes,
Seeing now it as all just a clever disguise.
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