Oh, that rude ghost
he woke me up by grinning in my face
"Wake up, Lizzy," he said
(and I'm not a Lizzy, never could be)
He came to see me, to shake me into Lizzy
and all for using her bed and her room
a forgotten love make ghostly lovers go crazy
just like the living ones when spooked in love
A bed, a room and a name lives on in the memory
those who lived and loved there seep into objects
hold a pillow and it's Lizzy's rounded breast
touch her bed and get shaken by ancient passions
think of her lover and there he is, a slim-hipped volcano
think of her death and feel the pangs from the daggert
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