The ghosts and the carcasses
put on their transparent dramas
in the dreamland of pointless mirages
hollering voiceless choruses from airheads
puking limbless chorography of the dead deads'
in puerile imaginings celebrating emptiness of plasmas  

From my origins comes a saying
deriding an obvious attempt at subterfuge
it states even the drooling fool knows that trick
where you put tasty food in mouth and it disappears
much as our indulgent ghosts and carcasses treading boards
saying they're haunting a  staged love story much ado about nothing

Real senses swing far from the maddening crowd
as those underground can only think dirges and eulogies
in betterment holy ghosts are blessed with glories in paradise
as mad restless ghosts in the repertoires of the ****** damaged
revisiting the festering rages of the wailing servants in dead end toils
mourning that unattainable to them and hating the brilliant rays that
shames and illuminates their cloying darkness