Beautiful Irony
Such beautiful butterflies,
Dracula's Raven does not exist in this world,
There is no hurt, There are no tears,
Just crystal clear raindrops,
Beautiful fragrant roses,
Starfilled nights,
Summer skies,
No pretending, no lies,
The only irony is that this is for prentend,
So ironic that to get a world real to you,
Is to pretend that it exists,
Such a sad, ironic twist.
Ah, if only it could last,
But still they pull me back to reality,
Such a calamity,
He holds me for as long as possible here,
My Lestat, No "Brat Prince" is he here,
No sorrow, no crimson stained tears,
Just serenity, Just peace,
POP! Back to reality.
Why can't I make it all real?
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