A dark blur That madness through the crowd, panicking, Isarmed. No longer knows its identity, Loot in its thoughts, In its not being. A sense to the life Of these ghosts, Of its ghosts, It has still not found And madness uncertainty, In the attempt Of being able to live. Transparent like glass It feels no more, Not even the voices Of the crowd, And with a struggling screen Invokes the sky. No noise in the air, Just a light gust of wind. Abandoned to its destiny, Without even a sigh, The ghost Decays in the white oblivion.