***Supernatural***
Point 7 - Encounters of the Supernatural
It was now nighttime
When I had arrived in the downtown
At first sight, I was amazed by the beauty
Of the place where souls seem to be unlatched
A place where demons are open clutched
The lanterns were bright
As bright enough to deceive you.
That you aren't worthy to be applaud right
Skies weren't just a thing to fright
And you are just acting like a moth finding for a light
That guy; the driver of the taxi
I had ridden earlier was just like
He seems doing fine
In ways,
I couldn't pick up my world as if it wasn't truly mine
I went inside an abandoned 12-storey apartment
I slowly walked inside, and I saw no one
I tried to go through one of the doors
Knock, knock
Who's there?
Woahhhh!!, what a fucking big hole you got there
Although, I wasn't that surprised at all
As if I've only seen a basement under the apartment
I was wondering if both of my legs
Could be detached like damn, you're that crazy
Well, you must see and try
Try like 3, 2, 1... jump, jump, jump!!
But hey... the underground was too dark enough
And it made me scared to jump
Maybe, I was scared when my fear escapes
Out of nowhere like is anybody there?
No one answered but the echoes of my voice
This sensation...i, i-ts, its
It's like I must have gone crazy
The hole got bigger and there, I fell on the ground
Asking for help
Well, honestly, you're more than a piece of shit
Who never thought of stepping backwards
Before the hole became a lot larger
But nevertheless, I do feel something
Something like supernatural
Point 8 - Low-key
As I soon stepped into the second floor,
I walked through the corridors of the abandoned apartment,
And...
The supernatural entity?
I suppose cold winds just came along the way
Or maybe my fear just pushed me
Not to move a single step
Then, I questioned before I had decided
To withdraw my first blood
I questioned if,
Pricking thorns was enough to break,
The glitters of my skin
I questioned if,
Shedding tears was enough to see,
The numbers unlocked
I questioned if,
Igniting the flames is what they say
The "flaming dreams".
Fret not,
I wasn't too sure if I keep myself low
Neither the supernatural's have freaked me
Like I've never had no solo low-key charisma before.
Well, I guess...
That's enough for making delusions
Or regrets
Or whatever it is.
Point 9 - Suspicions and Delusions
Talkin' about delusions
I haven't made one neither the way
I trusted anyone without the need of suspicions
It's just simply nonsense
Speaking of which,
Where's my cab?
Oh, did I just say cab?
Hmm? My mind just snapped out
It reminds me of a t, t..
Turkey!!
The visions of Scrooge may have infiltrated
Into my mind and got bewildered
Like look lurks the fog that sweep into you
Pitiful, indeed.
I rode a cab and went back home
Not until misfortune traps me unnoticed
Wanting to deliver a tragedy?
Then, so be it.
Let's see if the tragedy touches one of my legs
Like demons escaping in hell,
Like monsters hiding in a wishing well,
See you when?
See you when the curse
Licks your lips
When the curse
Loves you deceitfully.
And yet, I wasn't that too psychotic
Maybe you are,
Touch me and you do you are.
I know the sensation may be odd
But you've came to me the way
I ran gone to your bluish eyes.
This may be insane to think of it
But remember...
This is only the beginning,
And yet you aren't the only one winning.
Next Chapter
Chapter I - Suspicions and the Supernatural
