El Cuento de Fantasma

As he looked at her he thought to himself, “This womans soul has never been touched by anyone else.”

You’ll never see me coming

Before I bare to the air this invisible feeling

Got my gears squealing

In need of a flush; perhaps tingling

For this soul has split and parted ways

Now everything is a craze…y

Superhumans suck the life out of this

Life equals love

Love eventually equals grief

There will always be darkness even where the heart sings…it would do you all good to remember these things…