A shadow has fallen upon my door.

Its works of wickedness so many

I can hear it commanding me closer

Its throbbing silence reflective of an unforgiving void

It’s beckoning me closer now

Toiling in the darkest reaches of suffering and sorrow

Yes I move even closer to the door.

I am compelled by some unwell curiosity

A morbid itch in my soul

And if I should give passage

I shall be no more


HAPPY HOLLOWEEN.

SLEEP TIGHT ,I'LL BE COMMING FOR YOU SOON.