I am ghost:
We run around the truth tree and hide inside its tunnel of lies. I have the sickness of not knowing where you are, if you think of me, do you ever say my name?
I say yours - i mean it. But Im not sure i even know you. We have never lived like that.
I have it easy i only get the best of you. The wanting you. The needing you. The lonely you. The Memories of you. All of you. He gets the blood and guts. I get ghost.