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Walls of Smeared Oudem
I couldn’t brew a soft spot
even when the water touches the bag in the coffee pot
Never wet or soggy to loves regrets
I have no feelings
Frigid cold
weather proof
Fool proof
No fears
Spook proof
But when the 31st comes
Around
I go and hide
From the Candyman
Flames in my eyes
Coming from the furnice in my heart
This sex is blood art
He wants my treats and will do anything to trick me
So I can lay up in the sheets
Backseat
Bench seat
Concrete
He’s a beast within a beast
He’ll even take it on my monthly
Under the twilight
He’ll suck the sin from my neck
I can’t help but to scream
Candyman
That’s twice
I hate this time of year
I tried to call for my soul to be saved
But no phone was near
A puddle full of lies I’m standing in
Sanguine brown tinged blood
Smeared across the path of escape
It was obscured by his shadow
There he was behind me
Stop!
I was tormented by red sin
Every Halloween I would let him in
Falling for his tricks in the light
He was charming
In the darkness he was the devil
I was his darling
My tongue spewed out his name Candyman
The fight couldn’t be settled between
My mind and body
I hated Halloween my flesh was a commodity for him
After that night for 30 days I wasn’t spook proof
I would contemplate emptying my mind off of the roof
For the next 331 days I would pretend my heart was a bulletproof vest and my mind i’d keep in a kennel for sanity
Because
Every time I sat down at my vanity
I would see the reflection of hell in my eyes
My mouth whispering
Ears,
It’s just a matter of time
Before you become a sacrifice again
Covered in Oudem
even when the water touches the bag in the coffee pot
Never wet or soggy to loves regrets
I have no feelings
Frigid cold
weather proof
Fool proof
No fears
Spook proof
But when the 31st comes
Around
I go and hide
From the Candyman
Flames in my eyes
Coming from the furnice in my heart
This sex is blood art
He wants my treats and will do anything to trick me
So I can lay up in the sheets
Backseat
Bench seat
Concrete
He’s a beast within a beast
He’ll even take it on my monthly
Under the twilight
He’ll suck the sin from my neck
I can’t help but to scream
Candyman
That’s twice
I hate this time of year
I tried to call for my soul to be saved
But no phone was near
A puddle full of lies I’m standing in
Sanguine brown tinged blood
Smeared across the path of escape
It was obscured by his shadow
There he was behind me
Stop!
I was tormented by red sin
Every Halloween I would let him in
Falling for his tricks in the light
He was charming
In the darkness he was the devil
I was his darling
My tongue spewed out his name Candyman
The fight couldn’t be settled between
My mind and body
I hated Halloween my flesh was a commodity for him
After that night for 30 days I wasn’t spook proof
I would contemplate emptying my mind off of the roof
For the next 331 days I would pretend my heart was a bulletproof vest and my mind i’d keep in a kennel for sanity
Because
Every time I sat down at my vanity
I would see the reflection of hell in my eyes
My mouth whispering
Ears,
It’s just a matter of time
Before you become a sacrifice again
Covered in Oudem
Published 29th Oct 2019
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