Can't begin to explain what this feels like.
An entirely new frame of mind and state of life.
But there's something very familiar lingering in
The changing colors of the trees,
And autumn offers no relief from this seeping grief
Like nose bleeds flooding lungs and underneath
These sinking teeth lies something rotting with disease-
Its in the wind, Its in the sin,
It's in the spin of Satan's grin when
One day you realize- God isn't real.
And neither is anything else.
It's heaven's hell,
A magic spell cast by innocent little girls
'Til one day you grow up, and realize there is
No gold star in an adult sky for the slaughtered demise of this
"Innocence..."
It slits the soft skin like a silver regret-
Cold like the choke hold of guilt around your neck-
Fills up your head, like
Bad dreams and ***** scenes,
Wearing sleeves in smoldering heat.
Trick or Treat has new meaning
When Halloween offers hollow shelter in masks and costumes-
Hide this monster I've devised, locked deep inside
This ****** up mind.
The world has robbed me blind of my own time.
there's no one there to ask me if I'm fine.

*Am I?