He carries Skeletons

Accumulated from his past

Not just for Halloween

But to indefinitely last

He does what he can

To give his life a forward move

Unprecedented-Unknown-Unsure

He knows not what to do

And from his wounds blood seeps

Yet very few smell the protein

And many see the macabre morbid monstrous stains

Ghastly indeed- like acid rain

And flashbacks are frequent movies

Of days gone by

Leaving him wondering, "Why was he born?

Why did he not die?"

He is a haunted house

Full of ghastly goblins, ghosts, gouls

He wants to renovate

He just does not have the tools