The ghost was mending her torn heart with brilliant gold thread and shining silver wire. As the needle carefully crafts each and every tiny stitch, the broken pieces are slowly bound back together. It will no longer be the heart it once was, but it can still beat strong and pump blood (if she had any) and that will have to just be good enough (for now).

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the dagger sliced deep into the ghost, knocking the wind right out of her
it was fascinating really

after all this time, she could still bleed

Dracula, your quiet silence speaks volumes
I know you, I know you

To console his everlasting loneliness, Dracula acquired a companion. A tiny yellow finch that to this day still remains unnamed.
(Who could decide?)
His singing cage-bird companion delighted Dracula and provided him with joyful moments of awe and amusement. The emptiness lessened and that was a soothing consolation.

On an unassuming, very regular day, Dracula felt an urge, an almost subconscious telepathic request.
(Was the tiny unnamed finch communicating?)
Sweet freedom is what his feathered companion desired (and how could Dracula deny that pleasure?) He reached his cold icy hand out toward the door of the cage and released the latch. The finch cocked his head to the side and slowly hopped toward the newly opened exit. Perched at the gates of autonomy, he spread his wings to take flight. Dracula watched with curiosity, contemplating what his little finch would do with his new found independence.

It would be not a moment more that Dracula would discover the answer to his seemingly innocent question, as the unnamed finch took flight; he locked his position directly on Dracula. As it would seem, the affection Dracula felt for his friend was not returned.

The tiny yellow finch flew for his face and attacked Dracula, feverishly pecking at his eyes. Dracula stood (stinging and bloodied), stunned and surprised.

For the first time in centuries.

Do not give up little ghost
You are closer than you think
Erase me and I will paint myself again
For this voice cannot silence me

Oh I'm scared of the middle place
Between light and nowhere
I don't want to be the one
Left in there, left in there

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why does the soul hallucinate?
i’ve got control, i shift my shape
if flesh and bone do not contain
the mirrors don’t reflect my face

the ghost watches the sad and desperate trying to dance (badly), numb and inebriated from too many watered down rum and cokes. she attempts to subdue her presence and limit the attention bound to come her way.

(what did you expect coming in here looking like that?)

filling the minutes with girl talk and colorful hand gestures she catches him watching her. eyes lock with purpose as he makes his way over to the ghost and she braces herself (here we go).

"want to dance?" he asks.
"yes, but not with you."

he ate my heart
he ate my heart out

hunny bunny

this ghost girl is full of surprises
she’s got moves you couldn’t imagine
if you’ve got a ticket, take the ride
cause you’ll go places, baby
it’ll be a one way trip
cause once you get there
you’ll never want to leave

And baby when it’s love if its not rough it isn’t fun, fun