Horrid Little Desires

I want red, dripping oozing

Fresh mottling and bruising.

I want vibrant tears in my eye

To tell a story of grief as I die.

I want rain to wash me down

Like poison into the ground.

I want pain sharp as bite

To wake me from the night.

I want shadows to move, blink

Peer back at me from the brink.

I want horrors to awaken

Fears that I have long shaken.

I want to crawl onto this page

Sit with dark words for an age.

I want to drink these things,

Take flight and break my wings.

I want, I want, I want

These halls to haunt and haunt.