My feet are barely touching the ground,
I feel as if I'm floating
On the edge of the crowd.
Some can see me,
And others cannot.
I'm just an apparition
With no set place to haunt.
My unfinished business on this earth
I will cry,
A loud piercing scream
That only echoes in my mind.
Silent and unending,
I wish for my final death,
This body that I'm trapped in
It has nothing left.
I am truly dead,
Eyes hollow and heart cold.
My mind is my prison,
I never grow old,
Though a thousand years have passed
Since the events first unfolded.
I am dead.
I am gone.
The one you see
Is a ghost of the person
That I used to be.