Surrealist

Halloween, it took me flying

forcing me to take a trip into the twilight with you.

The night covers my brain in black paint.

We walk on a path of stars together into the black hole.

Darkness then brings me home and wraps a blanket around my face.

The dark sleeps to keep me awake

The daylight calls out to me softly.

I scream for the night to return.

I make no noise.

I say nothing because the paint has dried,

And I’m stuck in the black.

I look and see nothing.

Eyes open sucked into the dark.

I look and see shadows.

The ghouls of all Hallows Eve coming out to play.

Ghouls who eat the dead.

Ghouls who know envy and lust.

Ghouls who I never loved.