So many faces, no expression at all
So many souls, so close to a fall
Knowing not this and knowing not that
Might as well be, some shit in a hat
So very immersed in me, and myself, and I
So close to nothing until the day that they die
Never a word while crossing their path
Only dead looks and looks born of wrath
So many lost, with no care to be found
Being that way until placed in the ground
At least they have helped me with a question I host
What it is like to live as a ghost.
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