• I think about colors passing fright
    Dead spirits creeping in the inky night
    The darkest time in the coldest air
    You wish to flee but you wouldn't dare
    For fear of something lurking in your soul
    You lose your capability of self control
    The chains burst and you so insane
    It's something inside you, you can't detain
    Because nothing is sane and nothing is right
    On that one horrifying, disasterous Halloween night.