Open up my eyes after my slumber
Shades of black and grey can't seem any dumber
I wake with the taste of blood in my mouth
nothing but boxers on to cover up down south
Why is everything soo darkly shaded
All colors seem to be faded
Brush my teeth and apply the stick
Thinking how badly is my mental sick
They hate me I know
Waste me, give me a fatal blow
Take a hit and pass it to the right
Drink, drink, drink, and don't try to fight
Everything is black and grey
Damn this poem is gay
and I don't mean happy
Someone kill me
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The Scrpiture of Horrorween
Fiends, Ghouls, and Ghastly revenants of Samhain. They all met me and told me go forth and right a holy book... of HORRORWEEN!!!!
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I don't look a thing like Jesus, but I talk like a gentleman.