I hate the fall,
I hate the fallen leaves beneath my feet-
The sound of them breaking,
Reminds me too much of you.
I hate the winter,
I hate the blinding pure snow-
The cold air feels like your breath.
October used to be my favorite month...
The sweetness of candy,
The Halloween consumes of make-up covered vampires, and ghosts.
Now, I hate October.
I can\'t see the make-up without thinking of the blood that had to be cleaned off the walls
Or the people in sheets and wonder,
Are you a ghost walking among them?