Pixel Laded Eyes

Here lies The lives Once lifed At a hilted height Cut down These trees In the ground Under-town Roaming around For forty fortnights And four scores They browse the stores With specter, vision lease Every path taken leads To resistance's least Always breaking Never stopping Browsing the shelves Bargain shopping These ghosts Looking for their lives To start again Looking down a loaded question Where have they been? Where are they going? Down this invisible road? Where the NPCs are But their characters won't load So what is this? The beginning of the end game? Nothing feels familiar But the register is devoid of change What to do now? They'd happily take suggestions Every inquiry's added answer Just multiplies the questions It's beginning to seem That it is fate They will forever be Stuck in this gaseous state Until they find Some problems with solutions Monitor the settings Menus for resolutions Only then will All the other's Collective screen Let the ghosts In the game be seen