She wasn't normal
Neither was she special
He was paranormal, a dazed soul.
Casted down to the doom of earth.

A roaming ghost.
A lost angel to the dark.
The window to his life, shut for all eternity.

He was a dancer, with a stale heart.
His tamed steps could be heard on the marbled floor, a child with no home.

A paranoid being, unstable like the constant rain on my porch.
His tears, hot on his trails.

The tales of her fortune, clouded by fate.
She is tied to his fingers, a far cry to his paranoia.

A cursed devil, far from home
His hell, a living disaster.
She was his safe haven, his...