A thousand happy moments succumbed to history. It was the happiest hour of the year, worst time of our lives. I can still smell the ruins from that cold dark brute stormy October night.
Tag: october
It’s when you sit alone,Or lay in your bed, That we will be watching,Waiting,Until you get scared.Then we will come,A scratch and a chill,For you will feel goosebumps,Look at the windowsill!Did you see a face?Looking in at you,You know that you did,Beware…you’ll turn blue.Is that the wind,Howling at the moon,Or is it a werewolf,That’s coming for you?So sit in your chair,Or lay in your bed,Because we”ll be there,And you’ll be dead!