Halloween.
The time of year that I love
The time of year that I hate
When the evil that surrounds me becomes harder to control
Harder to push away
They come for me
they scratch my skin
they call my name
but i have to push them all away
they come in my dreams
calling my name
and the shield protecting me is thinning
all around me it crumbles
they're getting stronger
I don't know if I can hold on any longer
