#halloweenpoem
You can hear them
Can't you?
The shaking of my shackles
The inmates moans and cackles
Its almost time
For us to get out
To make people scream and bones splinter and crack!
I'll be free! Free from this prison that they locked me in! The voices can speak for me!
On our ****** and merry
Hallows eve!
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
Hallows Eve is almost upon us again
so I thought I'd spin you a yarn from way back when
ahem
Way back on old shallow road
Behind those long dead trees
it's said that three innocents died on that road
and their bodies still leave a scent in the leaves
A man worked at the carnival that used to come to town
but he lost his job and spent his days at the bar drinking himself into the ground.
but the last night the carnival was here, his mind heavy and muddy with beer
He got up went to where he once worked, faster than a ***** steer.
He walked up to the managers office and... wait.. no no no AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
dropping onto floor
wait.. why? I did nothing to NOOO!
............
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC