The Thrillers Cup

It came in the night
Slow reaching,
Evil clawed
Complete
In shadow and brutal force

With tongue hanging
Spittle loose
Ready to lap
And tickle with fuzzy urging

It's monstrous head
Swayed
Back n forth
Over me

Haze rolled from it's breathe
Exhaling slow pants
And panting
Putrid stink
Of rotting regret

The foreboding gathered
Sticky to bony fingers
That reached
And probed
Juicing my solid heart
Pumping my paranoid
Reclusive tendencies

My heart pinged madly
In beat with it's blink
And thump ...drag... thump
It paced around me
until slowed to creep

It transmitted It's social disease
Through my skin
By cold touch
Like iced alienation
A scent of ozone
Hit and left
Sucking with it
Breathe and my empath

Narcissistic in it's owning
And want
It thinks, I think
I think it thinks
I believe it does
And it thinks it needs me to breed

It offers me it's bone
To fill this chalice
It was empty
And I was parched
But could that be possible to drink?

Security is a mad man
And this thing
It raised doubt
It raised the roof of my house
Until it shebanged right off the Earth

With it's monstrous hovering
With it's Rorschach influence
Inky glaze covered my sight
My home
I had no shelter

I had no shelter
I had so little else
It tipped it's cup
I found a way to drink