Chasing Ghosts

This one is written to a certain someone back in '02. It was the final ode. The rest is history (although there never was any. My imagination is my bedtime storyteller)

May God Display The 12th Of Sunday

Freddie died yesterday on the 13th of Friday,
Burnt out totally as it seems,
Cheer up for the absentees of morning mourners,
It’s just a waste of good stolen goods.

Will you be able to be stable?

I am to please every desire that you crave for,
Also lacking the things I lack cutting slackers some slack,
Perfectionism never did succeed converting me,
I am merely an ordinary human imitating Gary Numan.

Will you be there to cast a stare?

Are you seriously counting patiently to the next Sunday? ,
I’ll be the first to greet you with a delayed double treat,
If only I was as lonely as your beloved Uncle Wesley,
Then I will sarcastically cry for the beefy sympathy.

Will I be desperately over rated ?