The being of not

 I'm pretty good at being a fake

I'm cheaper than ez bake

I'm allways empty no matter what I make

I'll allways follow your wake

But not even you from this slumber can help me wake

Just another breath of air I take

God has forgotten me yet still i forsake

Not sure whether I'll live or break

And in the days I'm just a specter

A mirage
And in the nights i wish I'd be not again never

Again, a mirage

Like pipe dreams, 
Reality is so not what it seems!