Poem by Comfy
This piece is a mind of the different, a Halloween truth.
That disgust they call light finally sleeps.
Oh, sweet darkness you finally creep into the night
A symphony of children screams with every poke of the doll.
And my beautiful creatures with teeth from ear to ear,
Nails that scrape the flesh from bone
And that wonderful smell
Cooked with 3 squeezed eyeballs, a drop of toad blood,
A tad bit of angel tears, and my favorite… an infant’s brain
What a delight!