A Horror Story for Spooky Season

 

It's been funny the way I scratch my head into the

ever-flowing  news of today

or sneak me into random pieces of music

the way they jest gets

me goin' every time for-

An endless madness of longing for you

What's funny is that we get to not talk for a day

Or any day at all

Funnier than the thought that I'd only meet you in my mind-

Sorta interesting that I am a bloke

filled with stupid memories and pictures

that I want to go back to.

Sorta.

Maybe the four corners of my room ain't good enough for me

They're so big that I get to travel

in the pundit recesses of my head

It's sorta nice though.

That even if I feel like falling into a hole of anger

or an unkind thought

I get to reserve myself and hide from the feelings

of without 

by looking within and finding out

nothing is real in this.