Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?

Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?

I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.

I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.

gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?

Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?

Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.

Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator

You are not a thought on my mind.
You are not a passing glance.

You are the ruin of my cerebral cortex.
A scar permanently on my hippocampus.
The destruction of my inner peace.
The trigger for my fight or flight
AC

Drinking blood in wine glasses
Eating the flesh like they're eating peaches
Demons do whatever they pleases
Cut the skin
Dig deep in the veins
Shred the flesh
All they need is blood
All they need is red
All they need is screams
All they need is pain
Cut the throat
Tearing people to pieces  ******* the blood out of the chunks
The massacre bleeds red
The screams do grow
Then silent night does come
Isn't that what all people strive for?
Isn't that what all demons strive for?
Isn't that what all power hungry people strive for? They the demons
They ****, they ******, they massacre
They shed blood of innocent
The demons are livin inside us
We make sins
It's us The humans
It's us The demons

scar(s) worth the pain
to not feel pain

She was my everything until she said I ment nothing to her
Like a passage in a dream remembered
Being that the best are forgotten and relearned like lessons from our past

She had scared my heart and that will last
Shes a stranger to me now just as she wanted it
Like an old book urning to be read but forbidden to be opened
Lonely thoughts of an emptied heart are all that's left
How sad is it to be broken and not repaired