Haunted by the howling wind
Blinded by the moonlight
Broken
By and by without care
Victimized by the fright
Of the ghostly
Most ugly freakish of sights
The ink bleeds Lies
Lies and
There aint nothing nice
You could ever love
In the coldest of shadows
Creeping in the willows
Of nothing nice
Aint nothing nice
In the air tonight
Just spooky dreams
Sending cold shivers
.Through chilly spines
wickedness
Nighmares
down on the bottom
Of an overworn cursed
Tainted
Drying and draining bottle
no one really likes
.