All hell breaks loose—
on this day
children wear hideous masks
to hide
their innocent faces

All hell breaks loose—
every day
adults wear innocent masks
to hide
their hideous faces

and in the graveyard of my lovers
i take care not to step loudly
that they might not wake and see,
how cold it is.
that i might not smash their corpses still

i put an arrow in my own heart
to wrench it out with might
and little will it bleed, if at all

i finally dug myself a spot
so i too can wait for footsteps overhead
warm in thick soil
only asking to be wrangled from the dirt,
here and there,
to see the cold.
stooping heartily into my hole
i whistle merrily

I sit in the cold air on New Year’s Day
Oíche Shamhna or so they say.
I wait and wait for a strange delay
Witch’s brew or so they say.

I wish that I could sleep so tight
So soundly like you seem to do
When you say the soft ‘night night’
As if your conscience is clear and true.

I shiver in the air this day
It’s New Years now, or so they say.
My resolution was to change
And bury all the old timed hate.

To forget, forgive and start anew
To resolute with witch’s brew.
To toast the past and future too
To somehow live on without you.

I wait inside the freezing cell
All for the ringing of the bell
You made my life akin to hell
And from that low I found myself.

I sit in the cold on New Year’s Day
Allerheiligen as they say.
I live for getting through today
For I know you have hell to pay.

With you and everything I’ve seen
I can’t trust the moon on Halloween.
With you and everything I know
You’ll have what you want and then you’ll go.
With you and everything we’ve learned
All the minus points you’ve earned
All the witches that have burned
I have a right to be concerned.

I sit in the cold air on New Year’s Day
Oíche Shamhna or so they say.
I wait and wait for a strange delay
I wonder what form I will take.

Nightmare
ghost, monsters,horror movies
don't scare me
i was fast asleep
while other kids were awake holding their teddy bears
nothing was as scary as inside my mind
where dark things live
no special effects
or off buttons to find
I cant run away
no point in burning sage
they're stuck in my head
as long as i live, they are here to stay
i've gotten so used to them, i don't wake up
they come every night
i've tried to get rid of them
but i haven't had any luck
Nightmare
  i am standing outside
  i feel the crisp air
  i hear barking,
  dogs foaming at the mouth ... running toward me
  the front door is locked
  they eat me alive, while i scream

  he has held me hostage
  he sees everything
  i try to run away but hes following me
  shout threats, starts cursing
  if i stop running i'm dead
why cant i have a good dream its not fair
Nightmare
they're not only at night
darkness follows me...covers me
without it i'm bare
its a part of me
what i'm known for
what makes people laugh
what i'm told is the real me
i try not to care
they don't know that every night
they are a part of my nightmares

A populace filled with totalitarian tranquility

The supposition that the world is in a harmonic homeostasis

Blissful ignorance that leads to careless calamity

Amid the uproar of the most populated of places

Therein lies the seed of humanity’s deceptive destruction

A solitary host housing a virulent virus

Infectious disease that proceeds crisis and corruption

Hope only stands with the powerful and pious

Prognosis describes communicable cannibalism

Rabid outbursts show signs of voracious violence

The harrowing pandemic leads to ceaseless cataclysm

Cities and towns suspended in systemic silence

Habitations riddled with gratuitous gore

Hope fades in the wake of the crimson carnage

The pestilent hoard feeds to a glutton’s galore

The Author of humanity publishes the final page

The closing verse rains down a rapturous recompense

The high cost of a dense population paid at humanity’s existential expense

This love is not the one you’re haunted by.
You are not subject to demons’ torment.
That scar is not enough to terrify.
That ghost of hurt is not malevolent.

Not everyone you see will wear a mask,
Nor every feeling from some witch’s spell.
No monster gives you poison when you ask,
Nor is your tale a ghost story to tell.

Your life is more than just a vampire’s meal.
You might find peace below the fullest moon.
Tonight for once release the fear you feel.
Redemption from your fear is coming soon.

Though heartbreak is your scariest thing yet,
To miss new love’s a scarier regret.

maybe you could say i'm too old for trick or treating
but that doesn't mean i still can't have fun
still jumping in puddles like little kids as it rained
balancing on the cracks in the road
running up to the houses just to pet the dogs
we were walking down rocky roads
the rocks digging into my bare feet
it was raining so hard
a closed umbrella in my hand
dancing in the rain
we got lost on back roads we've never been on
running through people's backyards
laughing and smiling
but the most important thing to me
was seeing the little kids all dressed up
holding their parents' hands
and running to get candy
and there was a longing in my chest
i hope i have my own kids someday
perhaps with you
and we can take them trick or treating