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To the demons throwing birds at my window while I wrote this. You can stop. I think I made you proud with this one. & To the girls like me who wear black, sleep with stuffed animals, and don’t quite fit in. I wrote this for you. Choose your monster. And I really hope you pick the one inside yourself.
Citrus singed in blue unholy flame. No one knows who ,where, or why they came. And when the darkness took notice Of the Death that was there Generations would hear stories Of new evils to fear. The slaughter was grace Compared to the survivors fate. Return to the burning grove All you wicked Pray, pray. damned and depraved gods pity the soul that finds its way . . . Amidst the monsters of hell They cannot be saved.
I am pretty fearless, and you know why? Because I don't handle fear very well; I'm not a good terrified person. Stevie Nicks
People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk. Steven King
Blythe Pearl knew what true horror felt like. And I was all sorts of fucked up for finding that sexy as hell. Her ass helped too.
She called herself a ghost. But I was the one that was going to haunt her.
When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary. Unknown
Anxiety was like being on a treadmill while being chased by a lion. I was constantly spinning my wheels but getting nowhere but closer to the carnivore’s maw.
I put a spell on you now you’re
mine Hocus Pocus
