Like a sleepless spaghetti ghost
A lost wanderer.
Dry tears and eyes unworthy of making them
Aware of necessities that now seem unnecessary
The dusky dark light of day unclear.
No one noticed I was here.
Every action an unfelt effort
I probably wasn't there.
Who can be sure where to draw the line
Between worth and being unneeded
Who will be the one to step in and take no more.
Another binge upon the hour.
Fascination doesn't lie in blood
And veins only pulse when you're there.
It lies within the nature of the human body
So I will be the one to test.
Anything to make me feel.
Something just to prove I'm real.
