Steep your life in horror
Fall asleep to the tv flickering carnage because
It's all just noise
Because
It's all just a backwards coping device
Because
Nothing in those nightmares is more horrifying
Than every day of living
Of waiting
Of hoping
And never being sure if you'll find happiness.
We are sick on horror
Because we are sick of life.
Give us more monsters under the bed
So that we don't have to unmake it every night and
Leave
The corners tucked in-
Why do people do that? Leave the sheets tucked
As if they are intruders on their own mattresses?
As if home isn't really home, and aren't we
Fleeting enough?!-
Give us hands to grasp our ankles from beneath
Make us recoil
So that we don't have to lie awake in stillness and
Stare at the ceiling
Wondering if the people we love
Will remember our names.
Give me blood any day.
Give me a foe.
Give me a cheap thrill and a ghoulish film late at night
To make the shadows into demons
So that the real ones can't smother me with my pillow
When I dream of love.

*Hear me scream?
Not on your life.