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HALLOWEEN TRYST HELL-ORAMA
She was a nightmare come true
Pale skin in leather and fishnet stockings
Standing by the road by the lantern light
Halloween spirits by the graveyard
Whispers in her ear to hunt the night
AND THERE I WAS
I pulled over and said, “Hi
I’m here for a good time, please step inside”
She said, “Hey, baby, looking for a thrill?”
Clove cigarettes cover eau de death
Pretty soon she moved in for the kill
By the moonlight on her godless tomb
She danced to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds her skin
O, shred my skin
And she stripped down to the bone
Gobbets of flesh falling to the graveyard floor
The Autumn chill warded off by the flames
Of Jack-O-Lanterns burning festively
Then she drags me down into her grave
By the moonlight in her godless tomb
We writhed to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds my skin
O, shred your skin
My own curse
Is loving you
In the back of the hearse
My own curse
Is fucking you
In the back of the hearse
By the moonlight on her godless tomb
She danced to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds her skin
O, shred my skin
By the moonlight in her godless tomb
We writhed to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds my skin
O, shred your skin
Pale skin in leather and fishnet stockings
Standing by the road by the lantern light
Halloween spirits by the graveyard
Whispers in her ear to hunt the night
AND THERE I WAS
I pulled over and said, “Hi
I’m here for a good time, please step inside”
She said, “Hey, baby, looking for a thrill?”
Clove cigarettes cover eau de death
Pretty soon she moved in for the kill
By the moonlight on her godless tomb
She danced to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds her skin
O, shred my skin
And she stripped down to the bone
Gobbets of flesh falling to the graveyard floor
The Autumn chill warded off by the flames
Of Jack-O-Lanterns burning festively
Then she drags me down into her grave
By the moonlight in her godless tomb
We writhed to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds my skin
O, shred your skin
My own curse
Is loving you
In the back of the hearse
My own curse
Is fucking you
In the back of the hearse
By the moonlight on her godless tomb
She danced to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds her skin
O, shred my skin
By the moonlight in her godless tomb
We writhed to the tune of gothic doom
She sheds my skin
O, shred your skin
Published 30th Oct 2018
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
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30th Oct 2018 3:07am
My morbid self loves the hearse image, it's like a twist on the limo, queen of the Halloween ball..
30th Oct 2018 3:18am
