Shades they glide from place to place
as ghosts they hide, no face no trace.

Reaching, screaming with desires they cry
as they're trapped in a hell but they don't know why.

Tumbling endless they hope to embrace
a body, a soul, your space, your grace.

Shattered and hopeless they search for lost souls
from those who are sad, with hearts filled of holes.

Weak from regrets and their head filled of shame
lost on a path with themselves to blame.

To envelop your mind to become their own
is the only purpose they've grown to know.

They'll feed you lies, but its a guise
don't give in or you'll be its prize.