"The Blood of the Gingerbread Man" 

 The blood of the 
SEASHELLS 
 From Hadesí shores
 Snake through your screaming veins,
 Cold as 
THIN ice,
 As 
UNFORGIVABLE as Holy TULIPS 
 Laid on a vampireís casket,
 Leaving you 
EXPOSED 
 To the demons
 In your mind-
 Who are you?
 You open your 
PHONE BOOK 
 In a dark corner
 And there you are
 On every
GREEN page;
 You reach your hand into your pocket
 For 
CHANGE to the PROM 
 On a dark rainy night
 And there you are,
 Teeth bared,
 Biting the icy wind,
 Snarling.
 You hand an innocent 
LOLLYPOP 
 To an unsuspecting child
 And his eyes burst into flames
 And engulf your soul
 As he transports you to
 To the dark dominion
 You canít escape. 
 The 
PHONE BOOK closes 
 And you cease to exist,
 But leave your macabre mark
 On eternity.
                         



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