This Has Always Been A Hopeless Struggle in the Sand Castles

Poised to fall through the floor the ghosts are holding on to the thin of the air
Attempting to break the trends that resulted in them being there
As their bodies fight over pointless and stupid actions
The former of what they were is staring down at the sight of spectacle
It's going to continue to happen just as it's happening
And there is nothing to be done to stop the forward progression
The coyote will yelp and howl in little barks
But the ghosts will still be stranded between the floor boards just two stories up
It's not fair to criticize them for they did not choose to die and be stuck
They tried their hardest to live, but the bodies below were already zombiefied,
Living out the mundane and foolhardy life as though they were still lovers in ecstasy,
When in fact that where undead flesh eating monster thingies,
Former reflections of a poorly kept former self,
So go on and objectify the whole world if it helps you to cope with the images being thrown at you
This scene will remain as it has been
Right under the nose of the social media
Where they alive were lying to the living though dead through the log in and passwords,
That protected their public secrets, 
No longer stuck with themselves having to figure out their own issues,
Now even if they were wrong they could state it just right to get every one to justify their mistake,
So they'd keep on making it, being reinforced by a bunch of idiots,
And be posted quotations,
Because they no longer had original thoughts inside their heads,
It's times like these that the ghosts do not miss,
and as they bare witness to their past aggression,
They look at each other with half cocked smiles of half asses amusement,
And shrug and say what the fuck are we doing here,
Let's just go our own separate ways already,
And that they are sorry.