Fallen leaves turn black like the rotting pumpkins I still carve. Scarves are wound too tightly while bats swing down to bite me, trying not to starve. Nightly, dressed in drag, we burn these candles brightly, just to help the flames ignite another bloodstained rag. Bags all filled with candy come in handy when you gag.
I miss the fake identities, the haunting personalities, obscenities, and gore. All dressed up on the basement floor, they're just what I've been shaking for. Grinding limbs to bury more with skulls that pile in my drawer from whores who never said goodbye. Maggots crept through open eyes. I loved the taste, the wasted highs, laced with flies and based on lies. Nothing's sweeter than demise when ties are what I'm here for.
But sunrise never burnt like this. The tortured sighs I'll always miss are lost so far behind me. I need the tongues, the manic state, the shredded lungs that won't inflate, all waiting to remind me that maybe love designed me much too late. And desecrating sterile ground is nothing without hatred here tonight.
So kill the lights.