Watching Horror Films Together

 

Just you and me, watching horror films together

Yeah? I said YOU and ME 'Watching horror films together'

OK, it wasn't verbalised, it was just a thought... in my>>>

Heads are hacked apart, but it's not real, it's paranormal activity...

The invisible who drown the innocent, in a bath. As the others lynch the lady

 (yet, we're unflinching)

Burn the man, burn him alive, tied to writhe. He's screaming in the flames

(and we're still, unflinching)

The disembowelments and decapitations, they're cutting throats deeper and...

 (...all the way through, we're unflinching)

And those fucking, ethereal, ghosts. And all those fucking demons. Yet, I don't?

Remember? Seeing any demons? Did you see them? The demons? A demon?

I've seen lots of zombies and the possessed and black magic witches

I've seen them all before, but not the demons, not one... fucking... demon!

What about you? With your starey, scary eyes, that are (unflinching)

Hey! Forget it, I'm out of my... uh? No, I mean, never mind

 I C the hills have, an 'andyman, with a chainsaw and microwave cooker

He's a fucker! (nervous giggle). Hey, don't look at me! Don't turn around!

And don't say a word, I haven't said (before) the next bullet... in my>>> 

Head spins on the spot, as we unravel together, in a nightmare of pixels

But our mind's eviscerations are merely make-believe, well mostly, make-believe

Sometimes though, the unreal is real, when we're watching horror films together

Yeah? I said '... fuck no!' DON'T LOOK AT ME! Don't fucking look at me!

Because I know you are real. Maybe you're just a parasite (unflinching)

But don't feed on me! Not when I'm... sorry, not when we're (it's unflinching)...

...watching horror films together

Contaminate

 

Don't stand too close, 

for you might facilitate.

What dies here, within me,

which may, contaminate.

And it will be much too dark,

if, or when, it's in 'your' mind.

And then it'll be much too late,

to kill, what you cannot find.

Because, it will feed on you,

like writhing maggots, in gore.

Gorging on your, festering,

cerebral cortex's, central core.

And then you'll feel, what I feel,

you'll feel the sickening rot.

The haemorrhaging of sanity,

until reality, you cannot plot.

So, if I was you, I'd be gone,

as I'm a nefarious presence.

And by sharing my nightmares,

I'll contaminate, your essence.

 I've always been dead, inside,

drip fed, death, dose by dose.

But maybe, I'm contagious,

so, don't stand too close.