~What Makes Me Tick~
It's really rather simple, see, my mind is truly sick.
It doesn't take a genius to find out what makes me tick.
If love and passion's what you seek – to you, I'll seem a prick.
For blood and guts are tools to me — part of my writer's shtick.
The scarier the better; that's what some of you would say.
I seek out demons, ghastly ghouls— while most shoo them away.
In darkest dirge I'll linger – yet while there, you'll rarely stay.
I coax the specters from their tombs so they'll come out to play.
Inspiration is a crumbling corpse wrapped in cobwebs, head to toe.
My happiness starts growing as zombies shamble, to and fro.
Monster mayhem's what I'm cravin' – just in case you need to know.
I'm much happier while scaring you as white as winter's snow!
