a nice muslim girl
Was the victim of her
Lovers ghost
The ghost of a Saudi
Prince
Whom loved her
And her the same
He committed suicide after
His beloved accused
Him of unspeakable acts
When ever
The girl slept
Her late lover
Would come from the
Darkest recesses of her mind
And appear in her nightmares
****** from the neck down
As he slit his own throat
Asking her why
She betrayed him
After the shared something special
He would haunt her in her nightmares as
****** Faisal
Or the arabian ghost
If you say ****** faisal
3 times
He will show up
In your nightmares
A tormented soul in the earth
And the hearafter

At dusk near
Sunset and night fall
I see I farmers Field
Look barren as the talklamakan desert
In the middle of autumn
I think of my ancestors
From east Turkestan

My mind is
Like that of a beef
Stew
With a dumpling
There is the good
There is the ugly
And the bad
All mixed in
To create the flavors
Of my mind

Red blood drops
The tears of the body
Clear uncolored tears are the tears of
The soul
Blood red leaves
Falling from the trees
Are the tears of the trees
Nature
And of the
Suicide victims
Them leaves have blood
Soaked into them

******* blood sugar
Yes its tasty
As the normal sugar
Cut my wrists
And gently
**** the
Sweetness
Now
Is that better then candy

Tonight's the night
We gather the dead
Tonight's the night
Your head comes off
The Saudi  prince cackled
As the night went on
Kashogi
Was being
Dissolved in an acid soup
Along with others
Die
At his order
Cemetery state
Cemetery nature
I am thinking he
Was the one who loved me
This Cemetery prince.

Adam
Abraham
Issac
Jesus
And
Muhammad
These are the children
Of the light
The real light workers
Whom done nothing
But good
In the world
And i am also a child
Of the light

The city of dreams
Not talking about
NYC
Or
LA
But the very mind that rests
Between your ears

These Crimson tears
I begin to shed
Are not the result of
A virus
Or bacteria but from
Being plagued and haunted
By my horrific past
The first two years of my life
Tortured by islamic jihadis
The adoptive mother could give
A **** less
Being bullied for my
Past and
Blood
Broken relationships
These Crimson tears
Are the result of
Years of torture

When I cry my self
To sleep because of grief
Over Faisal
My beloved
I hear it raining
Hard
Allah is crying along with me
Over a life cute short

Dancing in the forests
Ghosts
From beyond the grave
Screaming as the dance
See and hear them you
Die
For these are banchies
That dance
And scream
In the forest
Despite the time of day

In my day dreams
I believe I am
In paradise
Or better yet
Japan
When the cherry blossoms
Are full blast
With beauty
And i sm wearingba beautiful kimono
With a dangerous
Samurai sword

I'd wish that
Faisal would
wake up
From his deep
Slumber
And come back
To me
But he only visits
Me in the dreams
Will he come back
From the land of the dead

Demented
Was this evil
Witch
When she snatched girls from the
Streets
To havevthem sacrificed and
Possessed
By the jinn
When will she end her
Evil spree
Of taking innocence
And committing them
To Satan

As i lie
In my bed
I think of the
Days events
And other past items
Then i hear a tear
As if someone ripping fabric
The fabric
My personality
As it split into twob

Dreams tell
Another about
A persons past
For example my father
Was according to a dream
Was a mad scientist
Who cheated on his wife with his subjects
How the horrors the dreams can reavel
About other people
Or yourself

Never past judgement
On a person's
Dreams and goals in life
All are valid
If they involve
Knowledge
Not pleasure

What is an empath
I person who neurologically
Feels emotions of other people
You cannot hide from them
As I am one
I have felt the emotions
Of myself
And another
Since I could cognitively remember

The eye of autumn
As faded from the
Darkness
Into day light
As the Darkness
Brings brighter morning
Pain yields joy
From hate we learn love
All in one spooky season

You son of *****
You said you would avoid that
Site
And underage girls
Stupid *******
This is the end of you
As I get out my katana
And end you right then and there
******* enjoy the fire
As you cry out
In pain
For your *******

I am afriad
Of what awaits
Me
Behind my
Eyelids
As a fall
Asleep
Be it friend or foe

When will the moon
Devolpes human like
Eue shape and eye lashes
As God
Watches
Man destroy
Themselves silves in
Such gruesome matters

My mom: I am sorry for what
Have put you and dad through
Me:that is for Allah do judge remorse
Not me
My mom walks slowly in to the ocean
Where an eye comes
Before she enters the pupil
She turns
And says: I love you sweetie
And goes in the eye of hell
I yell out:
That is for Allah to decide
She and the eye disappear
At the witching hour
The eye of satan
The very portal to
The underworld

I hear his
Loving accented
Voice say
Elena Mustafa
Please come back to
Me
Forget that I did anything immoral
Its says
Come back to me
Then
I recognize
The disembodied voice
As my beloved faisal
Who is pleading
From beyond the grave
My heart aches
For him

Laughter is the
Languages
Of the soul
Dreams are junk
Food for the mind
Delicious
Nightmares
Are like a meat
Or protein shake
Taste bad
But won't **** you
Just makes your soul stronger

*****
Is my goth name
As that
I am stress and pain relief
If dealt with properly
If not I
Cause stress and pain
Be ware

Since my mothers
Little stunt
I feel
That my
Hometown of
Almonte
Is feel with evil clowns
And demons
We all
Foat down
Said one of the clowns
******* fun house

Every time
I have a
Nightmare
At the odd
Time
I see the white flash
Or the angel
Gabriel
Indicating thats its
A prophetic dream
Not just a nightmare

Have you ever
Had a psychedelic
Dream that
Seems so real
And yet like a ghibli
Anime
If you have
Please tell me
As this happens every night
I am princess mononoke
On the best of nights

The place in
Cuba
Runned by Americans
Is the next
Most haunted place
On earth
As there was horrific acts
Done there
Second to the great wall
This
This place
Guantanamo Bay
A portal to hell

Where human life
Celebrates
And nature takes on death
This day
Halloween

My spiritual abilities
My knowledge
Of religion
Bible or Quran
Where handed down to
Me via blood
Via DNA

Seven heavens
Says  the quran
But two gory
Hell says buddha
Which has the most compassion
The one with 7 paradises  or the one with two horrific hells
Where blood smells like
Sugar
I know that I smell the hells
Every night
For some odd reason
But know I am heaven bound
As i walk the line

There stands before
A window stands
An old woman
In a walker
She is dying
And is sent to the hell
Fire
And she know it
As she stares into space
She deeply thinks
And meditate
On the sins she
Has so viciously
Committed
She feels the burning in her
Feet as if in hell
All ready
A tear rolls from her
Eye
As she knew she
Hurt the people she loved

Dear Islamah
Who was to be
My daughter
But will be a figment
Of my mind
I will always love you
Your father would have loved you
But your in the same realm
As him
I will never hold you in my arms
But only in my dreams


Elena Mustafa

When started dating this
Jamaican
Guy
Who i should have known
Had serious issues
Had hurt my daughter
On numerous occasions
The first complaint
From the girl
Was the last I saw of
Her
She was turned into
**** chicken
But the chicken was human
Meat.
**** Chicken?

As the ghost
Forests and
Materializes
In the forest
It will open
A portal
To the another realm
**** your electronics
And maybe even you
As it dances its horrible
And creepy dance

As the witching haour
Approaches
I hear the
Voice
Of my form beloved
Saudi
Prince
Who ended his life
Because of my actions
These loving voices wake
Me from the deepest sleep
Making me alert as a dog

As i walk into
My brothers place
I am instantly
Hits me with gruesome
Engery,  emotions
And madness
And as I sleep
That night
I hear the moan of
The call to prayer at
The witching hour
Not at morning
When i wake up
I find that his house
Was haunted
By a madman
A madman who convert to Islam
A madman who killed himself and his family

Ma salaam a habibi
As I hope that
Allah can believe you
More then mortal me
Or my mortal
Ma salaama habibi
I wished
That our love became
A reality

Good by my love
Fate is cruel

One night
I spoke out of bed
To clear my head
Something is ill advised to anyone
Under 14
Should do
From the night mares
As i walk i hear
Crying loud moans
I look into my
Bahai/muslim neighbor
Torture her children
To death because they
Choose peace instead of jihad
From then on I saw them
Playing in the street
In the middle of the night
White as the ghosts
They are
As if pleading to me
To help their story
Well here it is

The eyes in
The forest trail
Can be either
Joy
Or a painful experience
My advice
Is to avoid looking
Into its pupil
As that is the void
Nothingness

They started when I was
Four years of age
And that was when I realized my soul
The very essence of my mind
Had a passport
As well
My spirit age 4000
My mortal age
31

As the
Supper moon
Shines through one of prohodna
Eyes
Into the cave
The shamaness
Does her ritual
According to the
Moons closeness,

On cloud above
The desert
I rest and read a book
As the moon
Gently rains on
Me a mist
To cool me down

As i drive
By thin
Twisted
And narled
Trees
I dont not
See trees
But demonic
Versions of the
Human rib cage

There was a woman
Named shawna
Who preached fornication
Over knowledge
She went for a walk
In a spooky forest
And then an eye popped out
She walks through the eye
And finds herself in hell
As that was the eye of god

As i write
In my room
In the dark
I hear an beautiful
Sad
And haunting
Song
I try to figure
Out where its coming
From by my iPad and phones
Are charging
This is the work
Of a ghostly
Siren

As i sleep
I am on the cloud
Above the desert
As i read til midnight
The moon lights up my
Book
And not sprays
Mist to cool me off

I know I have found
My soul mate
Through Faisal
Because we
Had many a thing in common
Other than Islam
Though that is what
Made our love
Grow