My Halloween Heart

A paper mache' work 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. Just 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 would 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. It doesn't even bother me at all.

Because Halloween was in my heart, all the way from the start.

When the moon is big and full. I can feel it in my soul.

A need that grows from deep within. Waiting for that time to begin again.

I can be myself. Just like everyone else.

It's my day. Time to come out and play. Why can't it always be this way?

Trick or treat. Smell my feet. It's time for that holiday meet and greet.

I was born to eat candycorn. No need to be alarmed.

What do they say? A candy apple a day keeps the doctor away. At least, I remember it that way.

Nah, that's just my Halloween heart. That I had right from the start. A paper mache' work of art, telling me that I need to take part.

When the leaves turn red and gold and the wind begins to blow cold.

Oh.

My.

Soul.

A feeling that comes from deep within. The smell of bond fires in the wind. Just waiting for that time to begin.

So that I can live again.