The Ghost I Love- by: unknown forgotten

There's a Gray Ghost in my backyard
It's appearance resembles a dead body and it doesn't move at all
It's skin is drab gray, it's insides are fully decomposed at best
It calls me by name, audibly, terrifyingly, in the middle of the night
It's teeth are rusted brown, and it's head hangs to the ground
It's back is forged and molded from wood and nails
It is one of a kind

The Gray Ghost never trembles never fears
I went outside and looked right into it's soul
This Gray Ghost is still alive!
I grabbed it by the sholders and shook it violently
A taste of hate, a grasp of love, an embrace of pure passion
"Wake up!" I cried, "Wake up!"
And it still did not move
The moon light glistened off it's rotting face
And I could see it's soul wicking into mine
I felt the surge of power, a scent of blood flowing
And knew then that once morning crawls around
The only ressurection is able by the Sun
At dawn the ghost will destruct in itself
Only to be reformed into the living breathing soul
That it once used to be

The scars may never leave it
The skin and muscle may never rebuild
But god damnit, as long I am able
So I am until death
I will cut the Ghost open and give it a new heart
I will hear its roars of pain as it breathes once again for the first time
Watch the death filled smoke pour from it's lungs
And peer into it's brand new eyes
If I can't make it see again
I will pluck my own two
And make sure it lives better than I

For this ghost has been burning in a field all alone
I've heard of miracles, and if one doesn't come around
I'll force one