Only Imaginary, Not Real

Sunset turns the world      
To blood.    
Flesh errupts    
In a dozen scarlet fountains.    
     
Nightmare,  
Razor in my hand    
fat blue vein    
fingers tremble    
Enjoying the pain    
The end i can feel    
No nightmares      
only imaginary    
Not real.    
     
Her psycho dreams    
Clothed in melting flesh    
Her heart beats once    
Then dies with the rest.    
     
Love makes her eyes shine    
I drink her in    
Then she whispers goodbye.    
     
Light exsplodes      
Into sudden cold darkness    
I know this is the only way.    
     
And thus the night has    
One less monster.