October's Gaze

Through October's shrieking gate,

follow whispers to your fate.

Take this path down all the way;

locked in with my green-eyed gaze.

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Kicked up dust will hide your trail,

moonlight will your vision veil;

yellow, twisted fingernails

beckon you right straight to hell.

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Come and take a little swim;

here, October's cauldron brims.

Darkness wills my wailing whims;

with October, fun begins.

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In the pot, you croaking frog!

Give it little to no thought.

No, my hunger will not want;

you the popping bubbles haunt.

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Applewood smoke burning thick,

seething just to sip of it.

For October, treats; you? Tricks.

Stupid little jumpy bitch.

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Crawling up, the flames ablaze;

fall asleep down in death's haze.

Copper swells my buds with taste;

not a single drop will waste.