Must've been a magazine
A catalog for Halloween
Now I'm coming clean
Candy shaped like skeletons
With jigsaw puzzle connections
eight or nine I was when
Destiny placed me at the grocery store
My mother was busy, the employees were bored
My hands were quick and somehow I was sure
I would not trip the doors
The closet was the perfect place
To break the seal and stuff my face
Such an underwhelming taste
Emptiness confronted me
Coffin-shaped and emerald green
A see-through sorta thing
I've been on the run now ever since
Did not dispose of all the evidence
Somewhere a neon casket has my prints
Think it's permanent
The things you carry
Things you don't realize
Some so scary
They nearly take your life
With your permission
Unless you change your mind
So stop with the jokes
Chew on some soap
Honestly ever since
My sugary weird Eucharist
20 years I've been afraid
Inquiries for debts unpaid
The afterlife, and the end of days
For those who have misbehaved
I have no one 'cept myself to blame
For asking such questions, dumb guessing games
Stealing candy shaped like skeletal remains
Next time I'll take
Something themed ‘round a different holiday
Next time I will pay