CAMELOT FANTASIES

Rocking myself to slumber
In hopes of falling asleep
Gnawing fears have got me troubled
Monsters decide to visit
Their elements do seep
Blood & gore flow effortlessly
Grotesque in shifting shapes
Miniature figments grow ginormously
Anger turns to rage
Breaking glass is not their mishaps
Bloody joke of a broken mirror
Seven years of bad luck
Old wives beliefs at this day and age
Those monsters appear for some surreal
For me they slip in to comfort me
They exist in my head
Evolution has changed them
Their voices echo
Their blood spews
All of these images for me
Are real!

~Divine