kokorobujin

I am the last ghastly ghost, glib tongued and glimmering, in the space beneath the stairs. My name glows upon your tongue, gleeful and dreadful in the dreary dregs of memory - a keening cacophony of deadly delights. You called me here, made me legion -the languid languish of laughter, your new language of the air and all unearthly promises pondering their place in this shallow grave. Bury me in beauty, in the bounty of wanton wonder and I will waste eternity, a willing wraith to wait upon your pleasure.