horror

neither beasts nor ogres nor demons old
nor werewolves nor vampires in the cold
nor curses nor hexes nor the evil eye
nor loud breathing nor laughter nor a dreary sigh
nor cemeteries nor graveyards nor open tombs
nor bathtubs nor aisles nor haunted rooms
nor footsteps nor thuds nor rattling keys
nor banshee wails nor rustling leaves
nor planchett papers nor ouija boards
nor malignant skeletons in cellars stored
nor fleeting shadows in fading light
nor forms nor figures in whispery white
nor evil dolls nor wooden toys
nor sweetly smiling Satan’s boys
nothing shortens my living days
like the scary sight of your hideous face

ram cobain