I’m a creature I don’t have any hidden features but fear and the constant voice of doubt that always find it place to shout .

I’m a creature of greed that just want to be freed from negativity , craving every hint of joy just for something I can enjoy .

I’m a child at heart just wanting to restart to have a chance to feel alive again , to be able to sleep without fear of the bangs or the overwhelming crowds of gangs .

An adult with worries and overwhelming stories that tend to annoy as my felling destroy the mood or that the way it was always viewed .

I’m a monster with scars upon my wrist from places you once kissed . Upon my skull are horn once that cut deep as sharp as thorns , a deep red to bring you dread as it send you cowering in your bed .

Halloween is were my dream scream to be let free for you to finally see I wasn’t the monster just a sponser , a poster to deflect the true creation of the victim I became for your opinion left me in strain your words are to blame .