I walk amid the shadows silently,
Unseen, unnoticed by those around;
Averting my eyes hastily,
To keep my soul guarded sound.
As the phantom in the room,
I must avoid those who would know;
stay out of the light, nothing must show,
Ready to enter my rest, my tomb.
A solemn specter not to be disturbed,
In the depths of my own despair;
Lost in thought, to be unperturbed,
There are none with whom to share.
Is there no one with which I can bind,
A splinter of my soul in order to anchor;
myself to this world so that I may find,
Life which only another can grant.
Alas! Transparent I roam these halls,
Alone and unsought; not one
Can hear the tear that falls,
before their eyes my souls undone.
No longer am I just a lonely spirit,
But have been replaced by a ghost inept;
Shrieking yet none hear it,
Nothing in this world was willing to have kept.
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