Thing of Nightmares

Like a thing of nightmares

makes visions of Freddy Krueger seem

like picture perfect summer daydreams

instead of horror scares, on silver screens

Makes werewolves look

like fluffy poodle puppies

not a creature dripping blood

from the necks of its victims

The mummy, not so scary in theses dark days

where people fight over toilet paper, eyes glazed in a zombie like daze

makes Dracula seem like a fine decent chap, not as bad as the stories suggest

along with Dr Lecter they make the best dinner guests

For a banquet, like a picnic, on a blanket in a park

where the sun is shining, Dracula is hiding in shade so dark

they still make the grade

compared with the dinner guests that invade my brain

ready and waiting to use the right tool to inflict the most pain

Not a knife or a gun, nor a poker from a fire

not a sword or a sabre, or a super soaker full of boiling water

but words, and thoughts

trickling rain clouds of doubt 

dripping their sounds inside my ears

fuelling my fear, anxiety laced with tears

Little doubts, how I look

how I talk, the way I dress

my staggered walk

My sunken eyes, the skin that sags

the thoughts that float like plastic bags

through the backstreets of a bleak city

unlike the horrors of the silver screen, these things feel so gritty

The blame I took, for things I had no control over

the hurt I put up with to try to be good, memories dive for cover

the flood of tears I wept

when I lost everything, feeling like a reject

the tears I can no longer cry

as if I've drained the reservoir dry

The games played to put me down,

the same time I was destroying myself, the drinks I'd drown

in bad health

The doubts a constant reminder of these memory showers

they keep flowing back to me in full power

the ringing words 

start to rhyme

they start fine, then they form a line

a queue to come to my door and tell me I'm no good

to fill my mind with deadwood, like a choir they start to sing

A hellish song, a bit like Justin Bieber

but maybe a little bit creepier

the words insert themselves

an earworm on repeat

a hit single of the week

a hit single of the weak

a hit single for the freak

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.