The pumpkin smiled
Without me have putting the knife to its skin
I worried about ol' Jacky boy

Living one a night a year
Clear cold nights with bones like new, guts of orange
sticky candy hands

i kiss him
a ghost
Dating the afterlife is tricky
like magician
And I am Rabbit

Death tastes like the ashes of your grandmother being smoked and Reese's with peanut allergy

His costume is always better than mine
But I am imitation
Thankful for my expiration date

Corpse bride Beetlejuice witch hung suicide noose
loaded gun stairwell fall accidental terrorist bomb in the mail
One way or the other
We live to a great and grand farewell

Pumpkin head is the Orange is the new Black
Black cat crossing bad luck love blues
Hint: Your obituary is old news