The Surreal

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  • Dedicated to F
                                    

Never to love,

Never to feel,

That is the curse,

Of the surreal,

Beyond a simple dream,

Beyond imagination,

Some may fear,

This abomination,

Never to be seen,

Never to be heard,

Beautiful creatures,

That are absurd,

Don't be curious,

Don't dare to pry,

Covered by shadows,

They will make you cry,

Fatal and wicked,

Fueled by death,

Cruel and mischievous,

Evil with depth,

You are never safe,

You are never secure,

Your worst nightmare,

Shall be obscure,

Hidden within your shadow,

Comes a creature of the night,

With it's sharp teeth,

Brighter than any light,

With blood lust eyes,

A scary face,

With a deadly grin,

Yet filled with grace,

Cuts and bruises,

Broken bones,

Black eyes,

And groaning moans,

Pain is felt,

Here and there,

Screams for help,

Heard across the air,

All alone,

In the darkest hour,

Beautiful,

As a black flower,

Hiding from the light,

Hiding from the day,

Waiting and waiting,

To catch their prey,

Faster than a cheetah,

Darker than black,

Wicked as a witch,

So don't turn your back,

Listen carefully,

You were warned,

Don't cross their path,

For you won't be scorned.

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