halloween

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the night of the dead

on this hallows eve

give into your fear

watch as i bleed

as flesh is rotting

as fangs they tear

they rip up your throat

but you don't really care

death seems poetic

freedom from pain

so i just sit here

as you slit my veins

if i don't wake up

feel no despair

because honestly

i hate it here

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