I've got a Ghost

I’ve got a ghost,
 
back has broken exposing bone,
 
I push it down but it’s bound too low,
 
his midnight howl woke these maddening souls.
 
I’ve got a ghost,
 
he loves the rain to wash his red right hand,
 
gutless and stoned, buried in sand
 
he walks the reef,
 
he sheds his greif by haunting those who sleep.
 
I’ve got a ghost,
 
his shadow on the wall,
 
broken and low, I tempt him,
 
possess my body, fill my hollow bones,
 
I see him grimly grin, he shouts and screams and leaps right in.
 
I’ve got a ghost,
 
slipping in my vexing shoes,
 
stretching for a comfortable fit.
 
I’ve got a ghost,
 
come to mess me up,
 
I’ve got a ghost,
 
he loves the rain to fill his cup,
 
although he loves his blood,
 
let’s the rain wash the mud.
 
He’s come,
 
the ghost has come,
 
let me love him,
 
love his scorn