Ghost

Who are you?

The question to others is what are you most...the only answer I have is I am a ghost

When the pronunciation has occurred; they listened to heaven I couldn't hear the H-word

For those who admit this they pity not to tell; But I know otherwise, I don't even deserve Hell

Between the two it's sort of an armistice; What I am is non-existence

As if never to influence a single soul, nor occurrence

It is very well understood that there is no reward for my deeds that are good

If I hadn't decided not to as a lad, I might be happy to know, no punishment for the bad

How can I be tempted by one or compelled by another's essence? When neither have knowledge of my presence

I would accept a condemned soul's invitation to share, if only I had a vibration to utter into the air

My impression will not make a ripple on a soul, nor on Earth take its toll

I tried to buy death for free, but a miracle saved me

The miracle was not mine to keep. Intended to avoid seeing others weep

Only a testament to Jesus, do prayers come to him even from non-existence

Only a testament to the existence of the devil, does my lack of it not do evil

In heaven they wouldn't wish this fate on their worst enemy. Those in hell wish they could be so lucky

Neither will I see the formers pity nor the latter's jealousy

Because either way I'll never be able to share either company

I drink and am still thirsty, not because I have not a body

But how can attempts to satisfy myself suffice, when I have not a self?

People do bad to avenge the deeds of those who ignored their needs

They do good to be able to look back on times that were stable

Why do bad when those who wronged thee, will never remember me

My lack of accountability for my influence is the worst influence I can have on futures with responsibility

They invented purgatory to give peace to a man like me

I know better, it's more like neutrality

My Earthly form is only to give peace to those who saw me borne

The guy that I say is the born one, I would describe as a shadow if nothingness could block the sun

These thoughts came to me as a relief to hell's perils

This is proof enough to know I am a shell of a soul