Possession
Children should be in there beds, this time at night.
Not out playing in the graveyard where I preside.
Bothering my sleep.
Provoking other ghost.
So young, compared to my many years of decay.
What a beautiful girl I see.
What a beautiful, young bride she would be for me.
I come up behind her, I brush her cheek.
She shivers, at the cold, touch of me.
She turns to look, but she doesn't see me.
'Follow me,' I whisper so quietly in her ear.
She goes pale. Terrified of my unseen voice.
'Don't be afraid,' I whisper, 'I won't hurt you.' I brush her neck. I touch her hand. I have a solid grip on her. I slowly lead her away from those other, miscreants. I lead her to the mausoleum.
She stops. Fear seeps through her beautiful soul.
'No.'
'Come,' I say, tugging on her hand. She pulls her hand out of my grip.
'I won't hurt you,' I say, 'I won't hurt you.'
She backs away from me. She slowly starts to turn.
'No,' we say in union.
She starts to run, I follow her.
I cannot lose her.
She is the one I have been waiting for.
I follow her home.
I follow her as she crawls through her window.
She sneaks in her house.
Her parents will never know.
She doesn't know I'm here.
But I see she is still white with mortal terror.
She undresses before me.
And I long to touch her.
But I cannot.
She must not know I am here.
How she is beautiful.
Oh how beautiful.
I reach out to her, with my icy cold, dead, unseen fingers.
As she moves toward them, I pull back.
I must not scare her.
I must make sure she is perfectly content.
She slips on her nightgown, over her perfect body.
She crawl into bed.
And I watch her fall asleep.
She sleeps.
She slumbers.
Then, the morning sun comes up.
She wakes.
My girl awakes.
I watch her as she leaves her bed.
How her nightgown clings to her body just so.
I follow her.
Everywhere she goes, I'm right there with her.
I love to be her stalker.
I follow her to school.
Through the crowded halls, I send chills through her friends.
I see who I'm going to possess, to make her fall in love with me.
How lovely she is.
I want her.
I want her.
I want her!
I must have her.
I will possess the boy she wants.
That will make her want me.
She will be mine.
She will be my girl.
Then I shall steal her soul.
Possess her in whole.
Not out playing in the graveyard where I preside.
Bothering my sleep.
Provoking other ghost.
So young, compared to my many years of decay.
What a beautiful girl I see.
What a beautiful, young bride she would be for me.
I come up behind her, I brush her cheek.
She shivers, at the cold, touch of me.
She turns to look, but she doesn't see me.
'Follow me,' I whisper so quietly in her ear.
She goes pale. Terrified of my unseen voice.
'Don't be afraid,' I whisper, 'I won't hurt you.' I brush her neck. I touch her hand. I have a solid grip on her. I slowly lead her away from those other, miscreants. I lead her to the mausoleum.
She stops. Fear seeps through her beautiful soul.
'No.'
'Come,' I say, tugging on her hand. She pulls her hand out of my grip.
'I won't hurt you,' I say, 'I won't hurt you.'
She backs away from me. She slowly starts to turn.
'No,' we say in union.
She starts to run, I follow her.
I cannot lose her.
She is the one I have been waiting for.
I follow her home.
I follow her as she crawls through her window.
She sneaks in her house.
Her parents will never know.
She doesn't know I'm here.
But I see she is still white with mortal terror.
She undresses before me.
And I long to touch her.
But I cannot.
She must not know I am here.
How she is beautiful.
Oh how beautiful.
I reach out to her, with my icy cold, dead, unseen fingers.
As she moves toward them, I pull back.
I must not scare her.
I must make sure she is perfectly content.
She slips on her nightgown, over her perfect body.
She crawl into bed.
And I watch her fall asleep.
She sleeps.
She slumbers.
Then, the morning sun comes up.
She wakes.
My girl awakes.
I watch her as she leaves her bed.
How her nightgown clings to her body just so.
I follow her.
Everywhere she goes, I'm right there with her.
I love to be her stalker.
I follow her to school.
Through the crowded halls, I send chills through her friends.
I see who I'm going to possess, to make her fall in love with me.
How lovely she is.
I want her.
I want her.
I want her!
I must have her.
I will possess the boy she wants.
That will make her want me.
She will be mine.
She will be my girl.
Then I shall steal her soul.
Possess her in whole.