Dying

I shiver

Eyes are blurred

I can’t recover

My words are slurred

I fear

Losing consciousness

I near

Edge of helplessness

I think I feel pain

I feel blood draining

I cry in vain

My hope’s waning

My status

Bored, though I got many things to do

Lethargic, and work’s piling

Pathetic, that’s me

Helpless, my condition

Restless, my situation

Meh, my status

The poor,friendly ghost

She smiles

Pitying the fools

How much more stupid can they be?

Helplessly she watches

Them plunder, attack

The poor beings

She smiles

Pitying herself

All she was, was a mist

A helpless remnant of the past

A poor and friendly ghost

Left to see them be