My 40 year-old name,

Does not originate from fame.

No matter who claims,

To have my name.

It is MY name.

It's... just mine.

It is not who

Nor what

Its like a feeling

A feeling deep, deep in my gut.

Its really hard to explain.

But all you need to know,

Is that it is MY name

No matter where I go

Its always there

Hauntingly close

but not seeable in thin air.

I don't hate my name

It's NOT that, I promise.

I'm more of ashamed

To be honest.

The dark origin of it all.

Forever haunting nightfall.

I got my name out of hate.

It was long, long ago

Around 40 years of date.

The dark secret only I know

I met a shadow that day.

A compelling dark soul.

That lead me astray.

Through beautiful night

She lays there to this day.

Hair as dark as night.

Yet skin fascinatingly gray

Her smile is another mystery

You won't see one like it.

Its just part of my dark history.

Why she smiled is beyond my comprehension.

I hate that she smiled.

That devil inside her that caught my attention.

That's why I did what had to be done.

Her irritating smile.

The misleading smile that she gave everyone.

She called me by that name.

I laughed a bit.

Because I liked that name...

I... liked the name.

Yes the name.

The name she yelled in pain

Your insane!

She yelled after.

I just responded with more laughter.

Now I am of 65 years of age.

Still in love with my name.

The name that outraged my fame.

As others are still baffled by the girl's whereabouts.

I still laugh that everyone doubts

That it was none-other than her spouse

What is my name? You may ask.

Maybe you should ask the man wearing a mask.

Because he is old of age.

With a mystery no one knows.

Back when he was on every front page.

He has much to say.

And he wants to tell you about his fame.

He still waits to this day

Yet to tell anyone about his 40 year-old name.