play either gong's flying teapot,
or greenskespers' pleetch at a party,
esp. the song lotion from the latter's
a night prior to your assassination,
and you'll freak people out, for sure.

with each word that you speak
i am paralysed with a fear i have never felt
frightened by each syllable because i can never tell if you mean the words that drip like poison from your lips

your eyes send shocks through my body
my bones are cracked from the electrocution of the fear surging in my veins, striking everything it comes into contact with like lightning

you as a being haunts me, your very soul possesses mine and while the horror of what you evoke inside of me is a nightmare coming to life
you make me feel like morticia addams, i crave the fright.

Could I be an adventurer and be romantic?
Could you be a dark beauty and torture me?
Could our daughter be macabre and evil?
Could our son be fat and homely?
Could my brother be bald and creepy?
Could my mother be a witch and curse?
Can a servant be eight feet tall?
Can a severed hand solve all of our problems?
Can my cousin be made of hair?
Can we be The Addams Family?