Tim Burton Doesn't Have JACK On Me

Dying, Killing,
Feelings, Strong,
Death, Hate,
Right and Wrong,
Kill them all,
Bring them down,
Like the Bubonic Plague is back in town.

Poisonous, Leeching,
Oozing, Pus,
Deathly Pale skin,
On all of us,
We are dead, yes,
But so are you,
For that is the point of this Cadaver Zoo.

Wax, Stiff,
Full of Death,
Grisly, Gruesome,
Yet no breath,
Wrath and Anger,
Fill the air,
As Children run from this Ugly Fair.

We see,
All of that,
Still no movements,
Still not that,
We are Death,
But only at night,
Since that is the time of greatest Fright.

Our victims, Dead,
Unable to tell,
Of the Nights’ time striking,
Of the bell,
They all die,
With not a peep,
To slip away into endless sleep.

So lock your doors,
And turn out your lights,
For we come to visit,
In the night,
The killing only begins,
After dark,
The future of our victims, So very stark.

Poem by Teretereses

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