The Greatest Fear
Here
On the Eve of Halloween
My greatest Fear
is that I am not in love
with an angel
nor that she has guided me my entire life
with gentle grace
and beauty
and that I have given my heart
to someone
who does not love me
As darkness approaches
and monsters come
knocking upon my door
I will hand out baked cookies
and gum
and chocolate
But in my soul
that has been bound to her
I wait
A crown upon my head
a chair
my arms
held fast
to a throne that resembles
a broken chair
White linen cloth
A single light bulb overhead
Does She touch up in the mirror
And then
close the door
Leave me lying here
Your favorite darkness
- and then
a knock upon the door
like the tell tale heart
And I hand candy
to a Christian Zombie
Vampire
and a half decayed avatar
of a professional Golfer
A faerie
and one kid that looks vaguely
like
Mitt
Romney
On the Eve of Halloween
My greatest Fear
is that I am not in love
with an angel
nor that she has guided me my entire life
with gentle grace
and beauty
and that I have given my heart
to someone
who does not love me
As darkness approaches
and monsters come
knocking upon my door
I will hand out baked cookies
and gum
and chocolate
But in my soul
that has been bound to her
I wait
A crown upon my head
a chair
my arms
held fast
to a throne that resembles
a broken chair
White linen cloth
A single light bulb overhead
Does She touch up in the mirror
And then
close the door
Leave me lying here
Your favorite darkness
- and then
a knock upon the door
like the tell tale heart
And I hand candy
to a Christian Zombie
Vampire
and a half decayed avatar
of a professional Golfer
A faerie
and one kid that looks vaguely
like
Mitt
Romney
Comments
Is it that challenging for you to be *halfway* decent to me?
You absolutely *had* to play your stupid-ass game. You couldn’t stand it, being nice to me for as much as 15 Goddamned minutes in a row. How does my blood taste to you? Can I make it more sweet or more salty for your dining pleasure?