The Lonely Devil.

Her eyes, they're black;

As black as coal,

Both iris and pupil;

Beautiful they say. 

'The window to her soul', 

And you could lose yourself in those eyes; 

Eyes that tell a story; 

The story of her despair, 

Because eyes don't lie. 

And hers are dark; 

Scars that she will always carry, 

Hiding what she's unable to un-live, 

What she can never un-see. 

And they're the perfect reflection, 

Of her heart; 

A black so pure, it's painful. 

Because how could such a heart even beat? 

And then you see them, 

Her bones; 

Her carcass, 

The decay, 

And those beautiful black eyes; 

They're merely a distraction, 

And they stop you from noticing, 

She's the lonely devil. 

Kebelakangan ni, banyak mimpi buruk the worst part bila mimpi bertemu arwah adik perempuan yang kononnya dihidupkan/dimunculkan oleh seorang ahli sihir/syaiton. Mulanya rasa takut masa bersemuka dengan perempuan tersebut tapi lepas dia bangkitkan arwah dalam mimpi tersebut dan arwah berlari ke arah aku, zap! terus keadaannya bertukar jadi sayu dan tenang tanpa berfikir panjang aku terus berlari ke arah arwah tersebut lalu memeluk erat dan seolah-olah ingin menceritakan betapa susahnya kami disini. Walaupun hakikatnya sudah keraskan badan sekeras-keras batu tunggul masa tu supaya tidak pergi ke arahnya. Ya Allah apakah petunjuk ini?
Ataupun semua ni hanya mainan mimpi? Sebab kalau tak silap contoh scene ni ada dalam babak akhir cerita Suicide Squad.