Scared Stiff

It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before

Classic Murder Mystery

You are invited to die--- I mean dine, of course

Chocolate covered razor blades Gives an iron taste To ripped up tongues

Spooky nights are upon us With demons creeping out

Crows screech into the abyss Echoing until it sounds of Murder

I seem to have no energy As I laze about and whine

Behind closed doors Locking all the locks

Hocus pocus Bit of smoke

Stone cold silence Echoes among the graves Leaving me with chills

Call her three times And with no delay