It isn't the love that's scary,
Its the time that scares me more,
It isn't the ghost that haunts me,
Its the life that haunts me more,
It isn't the night that is dark,
Its the feeling of unfitness
That is darker,
Why celebrate Halloween?
When all the demons
Are just in you!

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through the cemetery.
Sooner did I know,
it was me who was buried
a year ago and she was
buried without her eyes.

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keeping their score.
One, two, and three,
let's peep behind the tree.
One with the knife,
another striving for life.

Strangers at the door,
just asking for more.
One was thirsty,
another asking for a party.
Party with the deads,
with their hanging heads.

Strangers at the door,
but now the bloody
count gets to four.

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the guy with a hat
were two nasty brats.
Yelling and wailing,
sobbing and screeching,
hurting and bleeding,
hitting and howling.
Sooner did I try to stop,
only I could touch was
the hat and the robe.

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Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any blood?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three pouches from the brood.

One for the dead boy
And one for the dead dame
One for the little lad
who plays with the bloody crane.

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Will they have this blood?
Yes sir, Yes sir,
And will ask for more to flood.

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She went upstairs
to get some peace.
Oh, she found
herself in bloody
two-piece.

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in the shining night,
with all her glaze
just burning right.
She moved her belly
with such an ease,
when all the eyes
turning milky white.
Sooner did they join
her to beat the rhythm,
adding more fun,
with each other's bite.

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She went upstairs to check
and returned with bleeding neck.

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It was only me who
was busy scribbling
on the brand new notepad,
vomiting all the night shift work
and the flickering tube light
screeching the pain out
on my bloodshed corpse.

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She peeped from my windows,
I smiled back and wondered.
No sooner she was lying on my bed,
I was stunned and horrified.
She smiled again walking out of the door,
sooner did I recalled that
it was a year when my neighbour was graved.

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