one day
one hour
one minute
every passing of time holds a part of history
...
I stand with this noose around my throat
as a haunting voice counts down towards this end
...
A day does not go by
that I think why am I still here
why is my heart still beating in this rhythm
...
I am leaning on this sharp tip blade
with no balance or support
This insanity is eating at me
And death will reach my soul
...
No one will understand this pain
Everyday I am walking through a sunless path
...
i give you this tale of darkness and sorrow
i want you to listen carefully for
...
nothing to see, to hear
this dream of darkness is not real
it is just the darkest part of my imagination
but why would I dream such things......
...
Halloween Night
In the midst of a full moon
When all souls have gone to dream
You walk alone in the graveyard
The date is Halloween
Celebration of the living dead
No clear minded thing will stroll the night
Walking past tombstones that glow
in the eerie moonlight
Shadows creep, and you shiver as fall's wind caresses your skin
Haunting pumpkins scatter the lot
Staring with carved faces
And shine with the flickering of candlelight
But one, one large orange face
stood out
The grin seems to spread across this face
This face is not carved... it's not
glowing with candlelight
It's alive
The glow is coming from itself
the ghoulish features are born from the
darkness of Halloween night
A wolf houls a horrific yowl
An owl hoots its night time delight
A creature runs across the shadowed ground
The night, once calm and peacful
Is now filled with noise
and the moon's blinding light
Why did you you walk the night?
Why did you stand and watch the pumpkin's grin get wide?
Why did you stay and watch while it came alive?
In the morining your family call the police
They never find your body
And when they walk the graveyard they walk past a pumpkin
Its face curved with a frightful grin, blood dripping from its sharpened teeth
You watch as they pass your killer
But it is your own fault
For you walked the haunted graveyard on Halloween night
For you walked in the Haunted Whippoorwill Pines