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This is where you will pay, and here you will dwell, no one can help you, because you won't tell, you'll never get out and if you survive, oh well, we'll keep dragging you back to your cell !

Trapped because I was full of fear, no where to go, and get out of here, I trapped myself, in your awful cell, dying inside my personal hell, it's all my fault, this much is true, but I'm full of rage because of you!

It's finally here, the Dance Of the Dead, so have some fun, but don't lose your head, when the guests start to rise , you get a big surprise, that sweet little girl, has sour eyes, you may see something, that you don't like and have a real life fright, at our D.O.D, on Hallows' Eve night!

He loved her the day they started kissing, he loved her not and now she's missing...

Numb Skull is the oldest skeleton in this cemetery and has cleaned up ever since he arrived, a long, long time ago. He always prepares the grounds for "The Dance of the Dead" on Hallows' Eve. He was so excited the month of October was finally here, he loves Halloween, it's his favorite time of year! October 31st, every year, all the dead come out of their graves and celebrate. Numb Skull gets so excited because it's the only time his parents come out and have fun. He began jumping around and singing when he tripped over a tomb stone, banging his head really hard and cracking his skull. Now ...

Life can be a dice game, if you’re willing to roll but do not put on a smile, while paying the toll Now the alga rhythm knows you, down to your soul Lurking and craving it, even more as you scroll Because there’s no alt- ctr- del, once you lose control Now you must fight for your life to stay alive, or use your cell phone less, if you want to survive!

This poem is short but not a lark, suddenly it hit me like a spark, I am the scary thing outside in the park, the haunting figure lurking in the dark.

Halloween night while talking with the dead, a young girl used a needle and some thread, stitched a dress of feathers together of black and red, a dark silk hat upon her splitting head, flies her twisted broom to a haunted tune, feeling brand new Wickedly Split in two, now there is just one thing for her to do.

Wicked Wendy had not one friend in the end, her broken heart could never mend, now every Halloween when you hear a wind chime, tell her story and be sure to make it rhyme.

The tragedy of a Pumpkins' life: Why do they do this to me, and what have I done to them, maybe next year , use something else, and carve a Watermelon!

Wanda & Wendy separated wickedly, for two sisters it was misery, on Halloween they celebrate specifically, together forever mentally not physically!

This is a poem, have no fear, since Halloween is near, trick or treaters will soon be here, hope everyone survives to see next year, whether you trick or treat, or smell someone's feet, just make sure to have something good to eat, if you survive and end up alive, then next year you're in for a big surprise!

Owl sits in the tree watching with a wide-eyed stare, a lot of scary noises come from the woods out there, a great horned owl sounds like a dog barking from here, but when sounds are not clear, the lonely owl fills with fear and knows a spooky holiday is near, because this Owl thinks Halloween is the scariest time of year.

Shadow & I have been friends forever, no one can break the bond we share, some people think I'm crazy, but I don't really care, I'm the nice one, but shadow won't play fair, and shadow likes to scare, so, if you play with us, you must beware.