Giving Up The Ghost

Giving Up The Ghost
Fascinate
To be shade cast by
The forms of mortal men
The light cuts around my body
Revealing evidence of times
Before my presence
It fascinates
Or am I ghosts
Without a revelation
Walking a moving line
And when the comatose
Is finite I will remember
Important details
Or will nonsense
Be my explanation
All out lives are lies

And when it's conscious
We'll be dead