"festives" poems
*i don't understand how you feast with the wolves
and partake in the festives of painstaking fools
but all the while feeding the devil his food
you'll find there's a plate that's been saved just for you*
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
its a spooky spooky night
full of fun and cheer
so she slit her wrists
and left all that she found dear
they trick or treated
down the road
until the seventh house
the lights were on
pumpkins carved
sitting on the porch
no candy bowl in sight
the doorbell rang and rang
children came and others left
alas nobody entered
for who would've thought
on Halloween
she'd given up, surrendered.
midnight passed
the sun arose
yet, nobody knew
her corpse lay fresh
eyes wide and
mouth sitting agape.
days went past
a week at most
and the neighbours came to check
cause little Johnny smelt a smell
that made his tummy wrecked
this Halloween
the kids all run
right past the seventh house
because one by one
the lights turn on
telling us she's there
to celebrate the festives
on that spooky spooky night.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC