Slow churned hours of Halloween, gripped my soul in fright

Nibbling on white knuckles, rolled up into a fist

Waiting for the risen ones, appearing in the mist

Dragging their dead feet across the dew drops on my lawn

I know I'll find no peace of mind until November's morn

Tapping on my windows, beating thunder on my door

Searching in the moon glow entrance at the basement floor

"Hey it's Halloween! Why don't you come on out and play?

Join the celebration for those of us who passed away

Three hundred sixty five full days of hunger and of thirst

You know, you should feel special, your the one we thought of first"

Searing pain, splintered wood thrust dead hands through my door

Quick thawed frozen fear poured down my pant leg to the floor

Six inch broken blackened nails sunk deep into my flesh

As they quarrel dividing portions I backed up to save the rest

Crutching to the banister I make the second landing fall

As their pouring through the windows I realize futility in it all

So I crouch most patiently a corner of a room

Nothing but a bedroom door between me and lusting doom

"Before you show us your disgust, then turn your head away

Remember in a little while you'd be joining us some day

We think you owe some homage to the ones that came before

So, simply pay your due respect and twist the handle on the door"

"Hey it's Halloween! Why don't you come on out and play?

Join the celebration for those of us who passed away

Three hundred sixty five full days of hunger and of thirst

You know, you should feel special, your the one we thought of first"