My mother said I look lifeless,
And I am inclined to agree.
I’ve taken an undead pallor;
You have made a ghost out of me.
The blame’s not entirely yours,
Though you certainly had a hand.
I have done this thing to myself,
Though it wasn’t the least bit planned.
I wanted to make myself scarce,
And disappear into thin air.
Any place is purgatory
As long as you are not found there.