Who is the ghost  in the mirror before me? Why is there a chill that I give myself? Why can I not speak to others anymore? Why have I become a mirage to the world? Why not end it? And become that ghost? Carefree in the netherworld but really? Ghosts...

Melancholy and mysterious...Stout you are with thorns which bite!Open your veiling, black petals for me so I can gaze into your eyes!To see your face, perhaps the shining from mewill attract you to this handsome star?Still, your thorns desire...

The preface of my lifeoccured during a lightning storm.The world hit with strobesof blinding flashes.Then a lightning bolt struck,where I was born.There was a firestorm,the winds whirled around me.Drama of a sort was born,born to leave an impression.Born to...