You’re so tired and done,
Logic keep tingling and calming you, just take a nice bath.
Then you see your reflection on the bathroom,
Thin skin exposing collar bone
With a tired face and eye bags
You are naked
The bad news is
That is the real you
Easily getting soaked
You are quite, white, and cold.
You are scrawling and you are a ghost.
I know where you usually sits,
It’s on the corner, I know you stares at me from the corner.
Accept your reality please,
You are a bodiless pale creature.
I know you only eats sweet things,
How is it you have a thin body.
Kiss my lips,
Kiss it as rough as you can,
So I can feel the transparent body of yours.
Oh I love you though you have the minimum opacity
I love you no matter how black and white you were.
Don’t be shy or terrified,
You have experienced death, aren’t you?
Prepare for a Ghost-Human love story.
‘Which one do you prefer, a loving-ship or a hurting love?’
‘Perhaps you likes punch better than gentle carreses’
‘You like being tied, right?’
‘You like it hurt, right.’
‘Did you also love meaningless words?’
‘How about lies?’
Who decided to censor real blood on a steamy river,
What if no one accepted the censor,
Why don’t we censor hands or mouth instead.
How come a sinner have pixels on its face,
Since when we decided to hide things that already happened,
Yes, let’s censor all awful things.
Pixelate, all, blur.
Bad things let’s blur
Go away, your face.
Cast away, you evil form
A sinful existence, censored.