While Watching Horror Movies

Where’s the appeal in that which is so dark

that it leaves us with nightmares twisted and fake

scarring up our minds and leaving their mark

while a tax on our soul they happ’ly take.

It’s quiet a price to demand to pass the time

full of pathological gruesome gore

(and quite a subject for poetic rhyme)

and yet we steadily come back for more.

Is it sadism or masochism

or is it desire to oppose

these horrors, our own antagonisms,

in accentuated plotted ploys

         that give us the best by showing the worst,

         and relieve us of fear, that horrible curse.