Beloved Anonymous ยท 6mo
I am a ghost, dear. No face, no name. Just someone that you caught with your personality. A person who wants to talk with you like strangers in the night club bathroom. If i change my mind, you'll know.
but you're also just like this, aren't you? You like the mistery and the adreline, this is your cocaine. We're not similars, but i admire the way you exist, breathing like the universe is all yours, and you make people around you believe that this is the truth. The beauty of your soul makes me want to devour your aura entirely, and do it slowly. I want to talk with about this, the things we keep inside, most deep than the bones. Talking about me: i like to bite souls.
I think I should call you Mr. Ghost, how about that? I thought it was original. It's a shame you want to talk like a stranger, we could develop something together, but that's fine. I'm here, really, with a glass of wine, so I think I'm ready enough to be in a bar.
The mystery, Mr. Ghost, is intriguing. He can push me away and pull me close, it depends on the way it is treated and how much of me you can have in your hands. It's my drug. The universe is mine, but my aura and souls also belong to me. You can try to get it, it will be fun. But at the moment you look very knightly to the point of wanting to steal. Do you steal other people's souls too, or do they willingly give it like in pact with the Devol?
