Ghosts

How cruel is life? – The game we must play

Till the bitter end of our days

We have our roles, but know no rules

For this – this vicious cabaret

With a clang and a cling, they come

And take the curtains away

Leaving us alone in this –

This vicious cabaret

Exit stage left – You’ve played your part

Your cameo is over.

The vicious cabaret

Continues without you

And so you stand trapped with

Your frozen smile as you await

Your cue – in the crazy mardi gras

Called life – a vicious cabaret

The dark masks and pretty costumes

Hide the truth – the great joke of life –

A tragicomedy played, populated and watched

By ghostly shells trapped in their human machines

Yet – we hunger for the embrace

Of machines – though they quicken our demise

with their harsh embrace in this –

This vicious cabaret

Desperate we are for love

Desperate we are for respite

From the game of life

And its vicious cabaret

Desperate we are for escape –

To a land of do as you please

Desperate for escape from the cold

And far away from the ghosts

The ghosts in the machine that haunt

The ghosts in our shells that taunt

The ghosts that know the secret truth –

There is no escape from this demented gag.

All we have is the realization

And the wait – the cold, long, hard wait

When we all become what we fear...

Ghosts