A ghostly feeling

Here I am
Dead and a ghost
A former image of myself

The vestige of my former soul
Won't even talk to me
For we are in limbo for a while

I wish to go down to Hell
Where all the fun seems to be
Not above and hearing elevator music all day long
While some Big Mouth is yapping about
The purity of looooooooooove

Boring would kill the rest of me.