SURREAL POETRY
Red Sunset
Red sunset in the city of dreams
All is not what it seems
Distorted shadows in the afterglow
No rivers flow
In this distant land
Help is close at hand
To distort your mind
And misinterpret all you find
Strange views
A mixture of reds and blues
Secrecy and decoding
Solemnity and foreboding
Numbers run through your head
You reach 100 and then you are dead
(inspired by Glass City by Kolja Tatic)