Blue Roses

Psychic Horrors masquerading behind masks of flesh
A gaunt and sickly frame amid a stench of death
With disjointed cadence they speak and yet still draw truth
Those that cross their path left fractured, dazed and confused

All that we see is not what it seems

Donning many names, bastard children of our thoughts
Creatures spawned of strangeness, ghouls from mind's horrors wrought
High emotion, sustenance upon which they feed
Ripped from tortured minds, the same in which they are conceived!

Interlopers - vampiric phantoms
Spawning in proximity to otherworldly phenomena

All that we see is not what it seems
Thine eyes do deceive

Interlopers
Phantom horrors that are borne of the mind

A blue rose cannot grow in nature, yet they still exist



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Kelly
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