chaos seeking (zombie) junkies are neither nice nor pure
go away
you lose

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revenge filled ghosts only punish themselves
forgive him
ignore her

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repentant vampires atone for transgressions
relish in the bliss
of a crisis averted

once order has been restored

dracula sees the ghost (deepened and evolving)
sheltered inside his strong arms, she safe and he is sure
transformative newness intrigues and entices
desire for fantasy diminishes (baby, it’s obliterated)
this reality is a sensory explosion
and
__they
____both
_______just
_________want
____________more

zombie is the home wrecking whore
the ghost is a wife

so who is the fool now?

You broke all the rules and the rules burned you

Transparent zombies can only feign innocence for so long (do-wop, do-wop)
This ghost recognizes your game (better now than ever before)
Crying wolf over the milk you spilt is desperate (and sad)
Lesson learned maybe (maybe not)

Take pleasure in your self pity (drink it up, every little drop)
That's all you’ll get (no one else here has any for you)
You don’t deserve it (and you know it)

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself

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the ghost can have everything her little heart desires (its right at her fingertips).
now she’s terrified the rug will be pulled right out from beneath her (to steal it all away).

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I know there's an answer
I know now, but I have to find it by myself

A selfish zombie is a thief. She doesn’t care what he thinks unless it’s about her.
Without empathy, the underworld is a solitary island.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Knee deep and sinking

You’ve stepped in (it) and now you’re covered in (it)
Feels kinda dirty, doesn’t it?
Come clean Mr. Vampire
(You know you want to)

she's not just a plaything
she's flesh and blood
just like her man
if you want a do-right-all-day woman
do right, do right

I would rather be wrong, than live in the shadows of your song

the line between reality and fantasy is blurring at an unstoppable pace
further complicating the existing obstruction

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the ghost is (undead) and living in (or for) the moment
she revels in the ease of nostalgia
this ephemeral bliss will slip away
pacification swells

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if i was scared, i would
and if i was pure, you know i would
and if i was yours, but i'm not

The ghost is engaged in an affair and now finds herself in the most precarious of arrangements (nothing spoken, yet merely inferred).
They have ventured into uncharted territory.
These waters are exhilarating and incredibly irresponsible. (That’s why it’s fun)

what kind of fuckery are we?

The ghost consumes the lies because they taste just like jasmine nectar.
Thick and sweet, they coat her throat and mask the bitter.
It’s possible he is the snake charmer selling her the same elixir given to all the girls.
She is taking the risk, but isn’t sure why.
This serpent has venomous intentions and is biding his time before the strike.
Hypnotize the ghost first.
She’s asking for it.

the ghost swims in a sea of oddities and delightful confusion. she throws caution to the wind, abandoning her level head and common sense. on paper it doesn't make any sense, but hearts aren't made of paper.

and thank god for that.

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me