Halloween

On that special night,
I will look up to the skies.
As i swipe with my knife,
Tearing skin, destroying strife.

Watching the moons glow,
i will feel the crimson flow.
Kissing its way to the floor.
A grin that none has seen before.

Aware of screams in the air,
My gums begin to quickly tear.
As sharp fangs take their place.
My innocence has been erased.

The thirst for human blood is clear.
It seems my first victims are near.
Down the hall and to the right.
Oblivious bastards will get a fight.