I walk in a building.
Walls are of water made.
The slow, running sound of water,
the ghost of Slenderman and the likes
of me. Time walks here, a woman with
a bald head, black dress and a thousand
black eyes. She holds a skull, and a melting clock.
Time can bring me china, brought from the lowest part
of China. She comes to me, Snow white, with her
black nails, ghost eyes black hair and her voice like screams
like dry crackled leaves in the autumn.
The girl jumps in the lake and the sea opens up
for the seamonsters.