CAN YOU REFUSE ME MY TERRIBLE THINGS

Toad-brains in pumpkins, as troll-teeth stud hag-skins.

Nightmares in scare-sauce, and foul-mouthing goblins.

Pulsing-black witch hearts, in barbed-wire string.

Can you refuse me my terrible things?

Skull-coloured wyverns, and blade-dappled bloodstains

Imp guts taste so good, when baked hot with hell flames.

Mad rats sing moon-songs of plagues they can bring.

Can you refuse me my terrible things?

Cobwebbed-wild fairies with bruise flavoured eyeballs.

Shivers that slither like slugs on a skin-crawl.

Midnight-bleak dungeons and cannibal bling.

Can you refuse me, my terrible things?

When the sun shines,

When the spring springs

When I'm feeling sane,

I simply remember my terrible things,

And then I don't feel to blame.