_01.06

to be outlived,

is to be free.

I want to be burned,

you will not bury me.

then I will be free,

my smoke rise up in the atmosphere;

seeing things as they were

-from the rear-

 

he has lived

he once was free

first he was burned,

but he can still see,

Won't let himself be free,

his heart burning in the dirt somewhere

wishing things as they were

-from the rear-

_01.01
 
I am the icy cold wind
that prickles your spine
on a hot summer day
 
I am the old woman
across the street,
so much knowledge
but no one to listen

I am the frustrated child
eager to learn
trying to understand life
but no one to tell me

at night,
I am the feline
hiding in the shadow
listening to all the secrets
invisible to all outsiders

at day,
I am the canine
eager for love and attention
but I look around
and there's no one to give it

_            Halloween has not come yet
            Halloween won’t come I bet
            not until the demons come
            to swallow all the children
            not until the witches brew
            singes whiskers off cats faces
            not until the parents let
            their children out at night
            not until the unknown forces
            scare them into fright
            not until the children see
            that it is quite all right
            to stare into the dark
            to stare out from the dark

            Halloween will never come
            unless we just kick back
            and see what we’re afraid of
            is only of our past
            but I see the goblins running
            chasing after that
            and I see the goblins sitting
            noticing they’re fat
            with pain comes pleasure
            or maybe vice-versa
            but either way
               the monsters
            are here to stay
            and I’ve seen my hallows-eve before
            I know I’ll see it just once more