ghost

Im just a small feeling Wandering vast halls of mud and meat And wind and rain, and my feet Hook under while im kneeling Im just a small voice Shouting out in immutable pain I like to wear white clothes with stains As if I have no choice Im just a small man Not in stature, but in traits And I always show up late Just because I can Im just bitter ghost Thats husk died some time ago Wandering breathing halls that grow Until im lost then diagnosed.