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,
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.