Scare-tober

There's a festering smell coming from the depths within
so much regret and despair
released from my skin
polluting the air

The hairs on the back of my neck stands constantly
afraid of the past wrongs against myself
will eventually find me honestly
and present itself as a trophy on the shelf

Hiding in the closet
from the triple threatening monster
who smelled like vomit
with a vibe that's frighteningly sinister

These are negative entities
that want to be reattached to me