He was happy, a bit,
At night, sometimes,
He cried, often,
Stuck in his own toxic mind.
He suddenly fell off the tree,
His heart, tightly held, broke up.
From hell to paradise.
Still on his star, still in his dreams.
This bird was no ordinary,
He couldn’t stay sedentary.
Movement is life.
In darkness remains some light,
Beware of artificial ones,
Humpback Anglerfish will eat you up.
Avoid streetlamps for unknown paths,
For StringedEye can’t yet see in the dark.
Waves everywhere, mutant creatures everywhere, death everywhere.
Is it really ScienceFiction..?