Ghost Wrapped In Flesh
I'm a ghost wrapped in flesh, faking the motions of life through distance of time and miles
So, I can still feel old wounds and the fresh, adding sadness to my smile
Which is odd because that sadness just makes me seem more human, though I'm not
I'm a ghost wrapped in flesh, amazed still that I can bleed and that blood clots
I've never seen a ghost with scars before... until I look into My Mirror for relief
But, the scars are matched on both sides of the glass, so I have to take up a new belief
I've always thought I was wearing masks when I smiled or laughed, but it wasn't true
I've never seen a ghost with scars before... but, I realize that those masks are scars too
I only laugh and smile because I can mimic the motions from when I was alive
And, I'm a damn good mimic, a Doppelganger with a will to live, an unstoppable drive
But, in the end, a Doppelganger is the ultimate mimic of what's it's witnessed before
And, I only laugh and smile because I can mimic, so the characters I play I will mimic evermore
I've cut off all of my hair and my goatee... I did it to shed dead fiber and what looked like "me"
I did it for love, the taste of which I was given for what seems to be the purpose of stirring up memories
I compared myself to a Doppelganger, but I'm not.... I'm the ghost of what I once was, remembering
I've cut off all of my hair and my goatee... I did it to alter the scars of memories, I did it trembling
I was looking at old pictures of what life used to be like when I was younger... I smiled more
I had the hair and the goatee when with my greatest love... no idea of the fate that was in store
It wasn't a mask or a scar back then... it was simply me and her... simply being happy
I was looking at old pictures of what life used to be like when I still felt alive... before hope left me
But, I'm a ghost wrapped in flesh, visiting places I used to go, reliving my old haunts
The scents of the past assail me when I think of her and the her before... memory taunts
And, now there's the light of hope, drawing me back to a place I'd thought I'd left forever
But, I'm a ghost wrapped in flesh, still able to cry as I utter the words, "Never say never"
-David "Dingo" Bleecher
