Trick or Treat

I have all these words
rushing around inside,
but then they stop
just as I get to the page
I swear that these words
want me dead.

I'm back now
the ordeal is not over,
but I'm back
and he was a human being
and they manipulated him
and his children weren't mentioned
at the funeral.

They had their false prayers
their two dimensionality
which must be comforting
and I had my whiskey
but what did she have;
his daughter
She heard herself
reduced to nothing
by those cunts
shallow cunts.

It's halloween
the day after
and I'm not getting
my quiet evening
I'm topping up
this drug-like state
that is nothing more
than a rediculous ABV
and stress,
but what did she have:
that poor
forgotten
girl.

I hope they are hurting
the shallow cunts
and if they aren't
I will make them