Jyuu (jyuufish) wrote,

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"There are few who deny at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night..
I excell without ever even trying.
With the slightest bit of effort of my ghost like charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet.

Yet year after year its the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness begins to grow
There's something out there far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm the master of fright
And a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in kentucky, I'm Mr. Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France.
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakesperana quotation.
No animal or man can scream like I can..
With the fury of my recitations."

But who here would ever understand
That the pumpkin with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown.
If they only understand..
He'd give it all up if he only could.

OH there's an empty place inside of my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears..."
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