poison

Dear Daddy,

It is not Halloween anymore,

you can take off your disguise.

Your skin is as pale as the sheet you cover it with,

your eyes as sunken in as the holes in it.

Dear Daddy,

what a good ghost you are.

My ghost. 

Just an apparition of what once was,

Your despondency allures me.

You used to fill your lungs with laughter,

now you fill your vains with poison.

Dear Daddy, 

I fear it may be too late to say this,

but I am afraid of ghosts.