Halloween Cursed Poem by Ramona Thompson

How the hell it happens I'm not quite sure
All I know is that each and year right around this time I become pocessed
So very dreadfully taken over
Longing to unleash the darker, crueler side of my nature into being
Lustfully embracing one one by one every last of my victim's blood chilling screams of terror
Oh how every year it does fill me with both horror and the most bizzare almost orgasmic kind of joy
Wicked wandering eyes that I can't seem to control stalk and make evil little plans inside my twisted head
Eager for blood
Eager for flesh
Never enough blood and flesh on haunted horror day can this monster inside of me seem to get

Restless and mean until I give in to its sickest cravings
Allow myself to lose my sanity bit by bit and hour by hour
Moaning as these ghosts too long buried rattle the chains inside of my haunted, hungry soul
Once I tried to submerge it
Only to have it turn and try to eat me alive
Now each and every year without hesitation I must feed or be myself consumed
A victim of my alter's neverending lust for human blood and flesh

2008 Ramona Thompson