Whispers of the Midnight Mind

In the realm where shadows dwell,

Nightmares dance, a wicked spell.

Surrealism twists the mind,

In dreamscape's grasp, we're confined.

Moonlight wanes, a feeble gleam,

In this twisted, eerie dream.

Monsters crawl from hidden seams,

Stitching fear within our dreams.

Clockwork chimes a twisted rhyme,

Echoes through the corridors of time.

Reality blurs, illusions gleam,

In this haunting, fractured dream.

Eyes wide open, yet still asleep,

Into the abyss, the mind takes a leap.

A canvas painted with darkest thoughts,

In surreal hues, reality distorts.

A carnival of chaos and despair,

In the midnight realm, none are spared.

Phantoms whisper, secrets they tell,

In Nightmares' realm, we're under their spell.

So embrace the darkness, face the fears,

In this twisted realm where reason veers.

Nightmares and surrealism entwine,

A macabre waltz, a dance malign.