The feeling of tremor living on my spine
Icy cold sweat slowly runs down my skin
The thought of death as i drink my wine
Indistinct screams i hear, sweat I quickly dry clean
Creaking wood, struggling chains
A shadowy figure runs in front of me
Jet black color yet you could see
That once he was just like me
I felt the tender touch
Like from a woman
The black ghost
which was my lover
who dwells on my past
~Kidium Masters™~
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