Create the next nightmare.

I want to see the sky darken.

Make me loose my way in the deep woods.

Force my mouth open and vomit your illness into me.

Give me the gore and terror.

I know you can fill me.

We all shield ourselves from the sickness of our world.

The dead child in the middle of the road

The spots of blood with no owner.

That sound of shifting down stairs. Slowly coming up stairs to meet you in the middle of the night.

Smashed mouth sluts  in my ally way.

Staring at me with dead eyes.

From that moment on I couldn't stop grinning at every corpse I came across.

I know that you can create these terrors too.

I believe in you.