He says "Hello", the set begins, the match is cracked.
A flame is lit, I'm holding it,
He doesn't see it.
"You like poetry ?"
It heals the soul and makes me weak,
But let's go to bed, it's getting cold.
We're both naked under our clothes,
And clothed with our nakedness.
He tries his best, I'm still up there.
I'm lying all along I don't think he knows,
One minute from now I'll be gone,
But it's too late and my chance is gone.
The match is burning my fingers,
My nails turn black and go down his back.
His pants are long gone while mine are still on.
His secret is out, mine will be when I'm dead.
Truth is I'm a ghost and feed off your pain.
I'll cut neck, the moment your back meets me.
You're almost there, and I'm almost gone.
It's all your fault , you like them crazy,
They devastate you to survive.
I hope you cry,
And hope I die.
