Tonight is the night,
Where the lights flicker,
The lights flick ,flick,
And the clock’s tick tick.
Is that a shadow?
Or is it a ghost?
Enjoying their Christmas, yes they are,
The clinking glass and the raised toast.
Two eyes, three legs,
Long bony and slender,
Do you hear the screams of the people in the lighthouse?
Blame it on the necromancers.
A melancholic voice that sings,
While the somebody is being shred,
Is that the power of voo doo?
Look at me now! this is where I’ve tred.
Face twisted, hair disheveled,
The mad mad spirit of “somebody’s her”.
Is this what love causes?
Then please, I beg you,keep me away from this love Sir!
But is this really how love works?
Extreme bound love is dangerous, but it has its perks….?
Love is precious and hard to hold.
At least, that’s what “somebody’s her” told.