A desk of white candles, channelling blood
Doing science, he claimed, logically odd
He confessed, a hero in sleep paralysis
He's mastering me, a research, he insists

Unmeasurable patience, rude rejections
Persistent whispers, a haunted fiction
He gave me a puzzle, an impossible art
A test to decipher, he's definitely smart

A nonsense storm, six months of riddance
Crushing a random playlist, but I was tranced
The moon replied, a spirit, decoded a letter
He's a half that I lost, nameless cold winter