Ghostly Ways

a pale whisper in the foggy haze
a bare scream with all it's rage
mysterious reasons why it still walks earth
wondering around on unfinished turf
wide undead eyes stare ahead
grieving why it's now dead
waiting to fall into an endless sleep
thoughts are vacant, rarely so deep
shake and shiver with their chill
does it give them such a thrill?
cold to the touch, invisible to the eye
i wonder what will happen when i die...