Horror Blocked

Horror stories are sought for,far and wide,How naive of us humans,for the worst nightmare is in our minds.

What better to rattle the cage,as we move around our daily maze,for you to write a script for me,is to bet against me when you know who’s already winning.

Icarus knew long before,all our abilities are double ended swords.Imagination was a gift when we started,Only to dig our own grave after lift-off.

It is a monster that I fear,But my monster has no form,They’d say I’m imagining,O! Imagination my monster.

Shackles of reality,O! They go mad at me,O! They sing their song at me.