What's with all the staring of late?
And why is it that I can relate
To you without speaking?
And why am I seeing you everywhere?
Wanting to see you everywhere?
Why does being near you
Make me feel giddy but scared?
But I refuse to let anymore words
Go unsaid.

I guess it takes tragedy
To understand destiny
And that time is limited.
So why not spend it with
Love and laughter?
I mean making the most of your years
Before going to the Hereafter.

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

as long the years and long the toil
all attachments fall away, simply fail
to make you want to stay here, forever.