Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Ghoulish


Zombies are us
Afflicted with somnambulism
We blurred the lines in pixels, likewise
Vampires infect
Simultaneously leech
Our blood.
Thirsting, vengeance
Immortality
Ravenous black birds
Eat lizards tails,
Caw and peck
And never become full-

Since some spiders
Escaped, hatching plans,
Lit motives and wrapped them in silk fibers,
Offers of choice, delicacies,
As if free

As with blindness
And nocturnal natures,
When one sense is absent,
The others fill in the blanks
With color.
Outside,
I found a world waiting for someone
Real
To notice
Nothing is virtually
Immune to nightmares, or others
Fantasies

Just beauty. 




Image Credit: The original uploader was PiCo at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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