Kids see ghosts

Kids see ghosts sometimes but the Marijuana smoke has covered you blind.
Unaware you're seeing a portrait of yourself.
Lost in a world where people see right through your souless figure.
The gun of uncertainty is aimed at your head with your finger on the trigger.
But you don't squeeze.
You queeze at the thought of the mess it will leave behind.
But you love to come face to face with the tragedy you continue to supply.
A light breeze makes its way and out comes the ghost you once envisioned.
Clear headed enough to realize you have transitioned into a spirit without a spirit.
Frightened by the emptiness but not the ghost.
A soul was once present but you decided to let it roast.
So now a zombie comes eye to eye with the ghost of demise.
All you have to do is try.
The soul will appreciate the gesture.
The ghosts that pester will fade.
Reality wasn't made for the ghosts.
Reality plays host for the souls.