Sometimes, I feel like a ghost
Surrounded by people and silently brooding
Between two worlds, trapped like a rat
In a prison of endless sky, horizons encroaching
And closing in, curling into the helical
Bars of my spherical cage
I am the movement in the shadows
Of your soul, only the lost hear
My meaningless whispers and with
Each passing moment, my virulence grows
There is no light, no darkness, only
Shades of each other, blood and bone
Blending together to form the palette of
Your insides, but you see right through me
I am transparent and colorless and simple
In a life so complex and opaque, I aspire to simply
Fade away, to evaporate into nothing
To become residual, like the static
In the background of the infinite heavens
That has always been there