Senseless

I can see a lustful spirit across my bed.

And this is a dream about its actual body.

Looking down, its fist on its cheek, crying.

Then it realize my existence, on a small room, looking at my eyes but then those eyes turned Red,

Black,

Blowing up,

Eyes blasting along with its body.

Wind roughly blowing my long hair.

His remains of flesh moving, a pale white body forming.

I can do nothing but falling in love.

-R.N.


Read A Ghostly Love In case those sentences haunting you ;;)

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