Thinking about it, my heart fades
Those evil spirits of smokeless fire still haunt me in my dreams
Still I find they are afraid of me
They only haunt me in my dreams not in the real world
I am important to them all
Because I am the only one they haunt but I don't react back
Now I feel they have become weak
They give me black rubies and silver diamonds in dreams
Beg me to visit an exorcist
But I always gently shook my head and move on
Some of them have fallen love with ruthless death
But they aren't even dying
Their condition is like a flower
Flower which has bloomed but is yet to form a fruit
In rainy days they become sorrowful
In rainy days they don't even look at me
Then I roam the empty dark path which has an exit on other side
From the exit light comes in
I watch it for hours
I see happy people on other side
Children, men and women of all ages
All seem to be very happy
While watching them laugh and play
I get a smile on my face
I gently start creeping to the door
But then I stop and I shook my head, gently
I turn away from that door
Then return to my sorrowful ghosts
Silence