Silently gliding past

Roaming in a world so lost in its own despair

And seeing the empty souls of those who wish for their bed.

Lost in an abyss of memories

And thoughts so ancient to the simple cloud

That seeks a place to rest its tired prison.

Witnessing those who are already dead

But still walking

In their rattling cage of what is left of their body.

Silently gliding past

Roaming in a world that seems to have lost all hope

Is the ghost of what used to fuel life.

Love