So what if I’m desperate, we have all been desperate. For one thing or another. For a smile, a trick or treat surprise called love. But it must have been just that. A temporary condition on your part. And you saw a bargain, in another window, and went shopping. Or maybe, I was just the last door you knocked on. Before you were due back home, back home with him. That someone else. And you couldn’t look at me no more. And I should have seen, you had changed your mask.
But I didn’t notice, it was Halloween. And I wanted that trick or treat surprise, called love. And that jack o’ lantern smile. Candle, flames and all. And I could deal with that, desperately loving you. Before and after “All Saints Day”. Before Thanksgiving, could be shared by us. Before the Christmas holidays, could happen inside of me. I wanted your trick or treat surprise, called love. Because you knocked at my door, colorfully dressed. But with no disguise, you needed my love!
So this Halloween, I’m not going to celebrate. Because I don’t want any ghost, coming back to haunt me, ever again! – Keith Antar Mason and The Hittite Empire / FOR BLACK BOYS WHO HAVE CONSIDERED HOMICIDE WHEN THE STREETS WERE TO MUCH