Dear Dad

Selfish heart, deceitful witch.
Standing alone - emotionless bitch.
Speechless I'm left after sighting this sin,
For it was I creating this din.

I'm the ghost in nightmare hauntings,
I'm the song the banshee sings.
The werewolf's dripping saliva is I.
I'm the blood the vampire drinks.
I'm the sound of a gurgling sigh,
I'm the ship that sinks.

The dire promise of death,
The sharp intake of breath.
The tears of pain and heartache,
The fear of a final break.
It's me. I'm the one.
The thing that angels shun.
What am I but the feel of slaughter,
The dog disease - your youngest daughter.