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a ghost 

neither living nor dying,

caught in between

the nexus of everything,

sandwitched, forgetten,

like old statues neglected,

rusting in the misery of display,

they seek a purpose, something

to fill their time, which cant be

filled, no longer does that have

the urgency of the human connotation,

death would be their wish, but

their already dead,they cant die,

they cant live, a purgatory, a paradox

that is their condition, to suffer

in silence until silence becomes unbearable,

and thus comes the desperation to to be heard

by the living, who dont want to listen but only to

their own fading lives, which they will wish they had

back when they end up going to the penitentiary of death

to serve their indefinite dead sentences for all eternity,

no escape not even in death, because they all ready escaped in death,