The Ghost

I'm moving from wall to wall
Like a ghost trapped
in a dungeon
Where no one knows
Who else is there and
what truly goes on
With no windows and just one key
To unlock its otherwise
impenetrable door
I let my consciousness flow
Like cut wrists stream
blood on a uneven
stone tiled floor
Some say they see me coming
But I only roam
When the shadows fall
Flying through the corridors
That lead down to the dark lord
Main hall
I wave and try to stop the
Nonsense that goes on
In this world that is clearly
No longer for us all