A ghost is following me

A ghost is following me.

My senses are active. I know it's peculiar but...
I really do see it.

I exist,
I feel,
I am standing in the ground.

It, looks like it's dragging itself.
Ghost, spirit, spook
Shadow, existence, it sorrows me.

Of course I do not have time for compassion.
I have to continue to this path...

even if it follows behind me.

I amble.
When I eat, an animal must sacrifice for me.
When I sleep I see no colors to pamper me.
I listen to empty music.
I talk about empty themes, with empty people.

The ghost stalks me.
It intrudes my soul.
All i can do is to wonder how it's perception will judge my actions.