His Fantasy


the vacant darkness leers above
as I haunt his dreams
my desire bound in his eyes
yet never beyond
burning a crimson candle
to dance in his soul
I stumble among his far-distant thoughts
but yearn to be real

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| | His Fantasy | Dead Wilted Flowers | Fantasy | My Heart | Laughing | Masks |

| My Past Life | My Prayer | Stupid Girl | Fairy Tale | Without you | Gone | Secret Competition |