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A Halloween Dream

A Halloween Dream

In my head all I hear are voices talking to me in a different language

When I shut my eyes all I see is a mouse eating a spam sandwich

I never used to be this way In fact I used to be quite placid

Somewhere down the line I had a bad reaction to a dodgy batch of acid

One time I had a flashback I was in the woods naked, shivering from the cold 

A strange creature hollowed out my skull and filled the space with toxic mould

Those visions still plauge my mind maybe I could stop them by taking my life

But the only weapon in my possession is a plastic butter knife

I wish I could think normal thoughts If only there was a solution

Then I wouldn't be in solitary In this padded institution

In society I'm frowned upon Am I wrong and are they right?

Am I just another spunk stain on the bed sheets of life?

Perhaps I should of lead a normal life

But just the thought of it makes me sick

Like when you've just stepped on a dog log and you're removing it with a stick

Thats all for now, next time I'l tell another tale

Now my head is like a Smartprice pumpkin hollowed out and turning stale

I oppolgise for writing this shit If it were on paper you could chuck it in the bin

But I find my thoughts are like farts

Better out than in

If you could only understand I'd love you lots and lots

And don't take all this too literally

No need to call the cops

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