Here's poetic poison –
Share an evil vision,
Shudder and sweat,
Draw a circle in flesh.
Carve a line in red.
"Slit his throat," she said.
All around, inch-deep;
Locked in sleep.
Now remove his head
Bring it to the bread-cutter;
Watch with mutters
Behind lids that flutter.
The slices of her ghouls
Lap at blood-pools
Dissolve and disappear
She writhes up in fear...

Drift easy, please Dear?

A glazed and broken mind
– To his shaking, blind –
Suppresses vengeful thirst...
To tremble with a curse,
Restless with sick murder,
That brutally disturbs her,
In the corners of black dreams
She screams and screams.

Since I was a child, I have suffered from extremely vivid nightmares, often involving severe violence. It's taken me years to stop thinking there was something essentially wrong with me and just accept it as one less pleasant facet of my existence.