Look at those pretty Gothic eyes, so black and dark,
so real and wrong,
In this prison I worship.
After all the decades of living and breathing you
I learned to respect and salute you
I engulfed you spontaneously
and rejoiced you simultaneously.
I’ve learnt to say, “you are my happiness”.
I no longer feel but know you.
I taste you daily,
I smell your fame weekly

The horror and paranormal
About you mean comedy and adventure to me.
I honour you!
‘Coz you fly enough to reach the sky
your baggage be dope – ain’t no lie
I don’t know when I will say goodbye;
but for now I am head over heels about you.