SUPERNATURAL

The world is mine no space for others, it's only me who can desire

Living has no feeling for others, now it feels tire

Who controls the world neither cell nor cold

We do not exist except in the stories that is what is told 

Feeling of cold, wailing of cat, warm air current is me

Dim the light or look in the dark with position of moon to right and you willl find me

Night awakens us, your sleep is the alarm, dark soothens us and cold cosies

Black is ou colour for every occasion unlike your rosies

The knock on your door past 12 is me to add a member in our group

But no reaction do we recieve except that scary look

Death is truth but burying is not the end

Life has a deadline but soul is never sent

Devotion for you is temporary escape, shielding you with a layer

But it will not be forever, our return is certain

As a fact that cell and cold will always share opposite chair