Ghost

It's the ghost That lost himself in the pain Who doesn't see himself as being dead Showing a gullible smile In a rotted mouth? That exaggerates the gestures Who fled Slid from highs Suffered silently, bled, Tasted the salt of bitterness, Felt a knot in the throat, cried? Who lived jolting this way and that Kept deep mournings when there were no funerals Beckoned with long white handkerchiefs, Who amputated bones,dragged chains, Who never did any good nor bad Who haunted his mind, Who made himself a delinquent, Who saw himself as a lover, loved, an animal? Is it that who lost himself for the pain Who doesn't see himself as being dead Showing a gullible smile In a rotted mouth? Well now! The gost is me!