A Mockery Of Ghosts

Alas they are there (more than before) in your peripheral vision
Mysteriously macabre, of unreality and excluded from perdition
Open your open eyes, if nothing is there, then open them wider
Catch them in a glance, because you'll soon be paying the piper
Keep your insanity to yourself, for there'll be no hope of escape
Enthused by demise, those of the passed, will feast on your fate
Ransacking your mind, they'll seek, but there is nowhere to hide
Your effervescence is evanescent, you cannot turn back the tide
Omnipresent phantoms are amassing, in the mirrors and smoke
Finagling with mortality, knowing your life is at the end of a rope
Grasping your last breaths of air, leaving you frothing like rabies
Heaven can't save you and your brethren are exiled from Hades
Open your mind's eye, if it stays blind, then try again, if you can
Search for a light in the darkness, or an obolus for the ferryman
Then if the endless night is prevailing, from mountains to coasts
Say your farewell, for nothing's left living in a mockery of ghosts