like a whirlwhind she came, dressed in pink, with golden cascading hair, some elven myth
and stood before and stalked me in lifts, we struck up a chord first, and a chat later still
there were things beyond me, to comprehend, the reasons for her haunting and her sublime fixations
there were things beyond me, her chastisement, her somber vexations
and so the time came to pass, she haunted me still, with her worries and with her chores,
and slowly i began to love her, for after all she was a woman, with her troubles and her foes
and her demons would aunt her every way, and she’d go haunting some new place everytime,
detached attachement, periodic fatal love, like lunar cycles, pases changed time to time
some deceit i thought, i had been inflicted upon, i hated the temptress for her doing.
she was just a mirage of my inner reflections, memories like water spewing.
and so like whirlwind she left me and my head, disorientation loomed and goodness deserted
apparition had faded, reality stood still, i was alone, alive and eavy headed
ten months i wasted, to conjur a demon, or a vixen, or a friend,
ran naked in my head, the streets, i once so proudly strode
was it an imagery, was this for real, i couldnt tell any more,
so i picked myself from the ground, and found a way out of this labyrinth
crazed and drugged, abused and hagard, i kept moving on and on,
only to find her staring at me, tonight, through somebody else’s window.
its 3 a.m. here right now, my angels and my demons have all gone home,
but i still find myself staring at the imagery, that i hoped wouldnt ever last
go away ghost girl, i love you way to much, to have you back in my head
you took my mind on a sunny day, and filled my soul with clouds.
go away, dont aunt me no more
