I do not believe in ghosts.
I am pretty sure vampires were designed by cruel imaginative fools explaining why their neighbors are eating raw meat as a design of sick witch hunting.
Yet I close my eyes and there in the shadows is a figure of a man and whom’s eyes devoured my heart, while I lose all sense of reality.
I shiver as I notice a glimpse of a face with a pleasure dripping from his eyes as my heart beats louder I fall deeper into this guy’s impure allure.
Leave me, don’t mark me.
Release me shadow whose solid wrapped around my mind.
Get your Neverhands off my heart that I may be grounded to reality.
When I purposely think of you not, there in the shadows are those hideous eyes. Massive fangs. Paws off my weakness.
Absorb no more my courage to survive; better yet, find your master.
Hunchback my dreams no more.
That my dreams may be sweet, and your life untwine mine
I usually don’t bite, but for my sake I shall tear to shreds that shadow if I see it again, no, no mercy for heartless sake that which not had compassion for me.