Kind Of Like A Game

A Parasite,
Twisting the mind into an unearthly macabre,
An unnerving cycle of fears and false thoughts,
What one most fears is fear itself,
Where one creates nightmarish demonics and shuddersome frights,
So one may be labelled as 'un-normal' or 'psychotic',
Filled with dire need to hide their evil within,
Man kind made up stories of demons and ghosts,
Witches and ominous powers...
Lies.
Nothing but an eerie release of thoughts,
Screaming into the ears of children,
Sectioning them into a category of abominable evil,
As if stories stop the blood-curdling scream we hear at night,
the uncanny likeness we share with the monsters under our bed,
The way we look in the mirror and find that the only monster we face everyday is no other then ourselves in sheep's clothing,
However, what if there was a way,
We could come face to face with these morbid purgatorial dreams,
A way we could... 'fight' our phobias and suffocate the bete noire till our struggles.
Stop.
An incubus of god awful ideas of cadaverous murder,
Sealed in a capsule of wires an pixels,
Ones and zeros,
An isolation for our wickedness and harrowing minds,
With grody ideas of torture and murder,
Kind of like a game...