Candycorn

A paper mache' piece of art.

Halloween is always in my heart.

Spooky is my middle name.

Murder is my favorite game.

When the leaves turn red and gold.

And the wind begins to blow cold.

I can feel it in my soul.

A need that grows from deep within.

Waiting for that time to begin.

Samhain is my name.

My dear sweet mother is to blame.

She gave me the love for all things dark and weird.

She didn't know I'd make it a career.

A tisket. A tasket. Get in your casket.

Let's go for a ride?

No need to try and hide from me.

Creepy.

Is what I've been called.

Hell, that doesn't even bother me at all.

Halloween was in my heart, right from the start.

When the moon is full.

I can feel it in my soul.

A need that grows from deep within.

Waiting for that time to begin again.

Trick or treat.

Smell my feet.

It's time for that holiday meet and greet.

I was born to eat candycorn.

Okay Lady, lay off the fuckin' horn!

I'm gettin' outta your way.

I was goin' home anyway.

Home from the horde.

Oh my lord, time to watch.

What kind of movie shoukd we stream on the couch?

Has to be horror, no doubt.

That's the kind of movie I'm about.

Snack? Attack.

Should eat.

Before sleep.

What do the old wive's tales say?

A candy apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Nah, that's just my halloween heart.

That I had from the start.