-Good Morning, Stranger-

-A Ghost Without a Name-

I will smile and say everything is going alright,

Even if I want to die tonight,

Just for you my dear. <3

I'll laugh a little and say I can see every star in the sky,

Even if I'm bleeding a bit from my eyes and having a hard time in smokey voids of space heaving the lie.

It's the best I can do I fear.

I'm just a little boy with a big bad bite,

So I say and so I bark hoping I'll claw my way through another night.

More to it than you'd ever know.

The significance of my insignificance is pestilence in a sappy sweet lovestruck sigh,

I'm just another guy.

No confidence to just say 'hello'.

The simple words that hang from my lips are a kiss to the maker I want dead,

A piece of a patch of my heart hanging loose from their head.

I'm not asking much as I am the sidekick who scrapes his knee and dies.

The streets are narrow and numb to the touch,

My hands are white like streetlights wrapped around my cloth cloaked clutch.

I won't let the moon fade from my eyes-

Not yet.

I'm sorry,

My lover,

And mother.

I could never forget.

How do you believe in,

Anything?

I hope you lie awake with some sort of sinking regret.

My brother was not an ounce of fun.

I can't do anyone.

My arms are tired,

I'm uninspired,

My walls are wet,

I could forget,

But I can't help but regret,

The time I,

Lost your name upon my lips as you walked back into the sky,

I won't lie,

Leaning on an oak tree,

Scraped against my shallow skinned knee.

I wanna know the world.

I wanna know you,

There's not much else for us to do,

'Cause all the world's aflame.

Will you help me to regain the sane?

Will you tell me your dead name?

Will things get better for us now,

Acting out scenes from our imagination where all the actors take a bow?

Undead wanders who always wondered how,

To love.

All is lost in hailing up above.

As we all just go insane,

Glory to the ghost without a name.

Glory to your love.

Glory to the world around us swimming in spirit slow motion through the rapture and the commotion.

Glory to you.

A ghost with a name.

A ghost who's still sane.

A ghost who's still alive.

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