It's that god damned time of year again
When pumpkins makes avenues, their grins making lanes
Toy skeletons and inflatble spooks hang loosely like naked flames
The dark peeks early, the sun hides behind shadows
My heart beats slowly as I look out from the gallows
No treats for me, more tricks from her
Pint size monsters crave for more
Sickly, oozing sweetness stole out from your door
I once was the candle burning light all around
I now am the darkness with no heart to be found.
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