A ghost story

Can i tell you the story of a ghost

avoiding humans at any cost?
Wandering lonely round the world, lost
and scared of what he fears the most?
He didn't understand those bloody sacks
who were made of flesh and stupid acts.

He used to haunt an ancient mansion

where scaring humans was a great passion.
But as time went on less people came,
and every day became just the same.
And so that manor became his prison
and day by day he felt more imprisoned.

So, It was then that he decided

to leave the place where he had resided,
to leave the dusty and decadent house
where he once had lived with his long dead spouse.
The ghost became a travelling soul
without a home, and without a goal.

After some time, he reached a city

full of money and empty of pity,
where high skyscrapers chased the skies
to hide a low moral made of lies,
while burning oceans of silent hatred
were just awaiting to be awakened.

He tried to scare people during that day

but soon, disappointed, he angrily exclaimed:
“A long time ago scaring was easy,
but now all these people are way too busy,
everyday running in every direction
chasing a mirage of social perfection!”

"Well" then he thought, "let's wait for the night:

darker the sky, and bigger the fright!"
But oh, poor phantom! He roamed in vain:
there was, in those humans, no feeling to drain;
every single person wrapped in his own chains,
every single pore dropping bloody stains.

He yelled:"I do not understand the meaning of it all:

is this what they actually 'life' dare to call?".
And while his reason was becoming less and less clear
those human surrogates became his greatest fear.
He ran away, frightened, scared and terrified,
running from the truth his mind wanted to hide.

And so now, no one knows where he has really gone:

maybe you could meet him between dusk and dawn.
But still today, they say, you can hear a moan,
a soft whisper coming from underneath a stone.
A softly whispered voice crying, hopeless and sad:
"I see you all from here below, and me and you are mad!"