I’ve been
Reading
To many horror stories
Grim tales
From here to hell
Of Supernatural killers
From Poe to Barker
A whole dark carnival
Of chaos and clotted
Liquid life
Dripping down the drain
Of my many mental veins
Till my heart is polluted
And my daydreams become diluted
With mayhem, mysteries, and ******

I have been watching too many tv shows
About serial killers becoming
The dangerous beast from which they were running
A red river ripped from the tip of their blades
Dripping wet in all of their gory ways
As they stray in and out of their madness
And their imagery has been infecting me
Poisoning my dreams
Still these are only fantasies
And I can always turn off the tv

But reality is worse
A big brown bag of dirt
Covering my loved ones
Children, Adults
Animals and all

Bombs
Knives
Racism
Wars
Poverty
These things are not dreams
Which I can awaken from
News clipping photographs
Colored or white and black
Once I looked I can’t take it back
They rest inside my cerebellum
And I cannot return again
To my happy ignorance

Now it is there when I sleep
Now it is there when I awake
There is no respite to take
Except in brain damage or death
Now the nightmares are everywhere