I stand on the edge of a faceted world.. The darkness falls apart in my arms on fragments.. Ashes and gunpowder that explodes almost at once, carried away by the wind.
My heaven are divided into two parts: that on the side of me where people appear and disappear in an endless hurry rush between the worlds, and on the one where none of them will wander.
My white eyes frighten those I meet. My white eyes - my curse..
I'm just a Spirit, a Ghost, and I'm forever disembodied.. Someone you can't touch if you believe. No one believes. But they fear.
Seeing real people hurt: they have a choice. I hate people. I disappear into the haze because I'm nothing. Because I'm not here. But you are. And as long as you are, I will stand behind you.
Maybe someday you will believe..
