Eaten By A Monster

The sound of whipping wings

and chiming screams

roar between the trees.

Top hat tilts

The air fills with fresh sprays of your gushing blood.

In between the flaring lights

You whisper,
"Is any of this really real?"

Golden hair

infused in delicate diamond

Your glazed eyes stare back into mine,

lips curved into a broken smile.

I've seen you die so many times

as the clock spins a sick whirl,

glitter falling from the trees

and the sound of breaking silence.

I've seen you die so many times.

The world has gone black and red against my eyes

from the never ending blood I spill across my skin

Different form,

different face.

Always the same ending.

With you whispering,
"Is any of this really real?"

Assembled under the summer sky

we said our last goodbyes,

Before the clock struck twelve

and your shimmering wings

went up in flames.

 An unforgettable summer sky,

blossoming in crimson

and curling tongues of smoke.

The boy I loved

was eaten by a monster.

And the dreaming illusions of my mind,

just laughed and hollered.

As the mirrors outlining my sunken eyes,

shattered across the room,

and rose petals piled high underneath my feet,

crumbled in waves.

The white rabbits,

tittered in fitted jackets.

Vibrating strings in the dead of night,

play to the sound of your dripping blood.

Standing again amongst a crowd,

I watch their shadowed faces twist in disgust,

at the sight of your disfigured form.

Faded imprints in the ground,

mark the places where your crown faltered.

 Eerie music pulses from the windless breeze,

and the clock continues tocking.

But...

"Is any of this really real?"

Or is this whole world just a dream?