Mask
I think it's quite nice when I'm not the only one in a mask. I like that tonight I'm not the only one pretending. Lying. I like that tonight I can be whatever I choose, not who society paints me to...
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I think it's quite nice when I'm not the only one in a mask. I like that tonight I'm not the only one pretending. Lying. I like that tonight I can be whatever I choose, not who society paints me to...
Halloween is here, Be ready for a fright, All the children, old or young, Scuttle of into the night. Wearing different costumes, Witch, skeleton, beast, Collecting all the goodies, As a midnight...
Last Halloween, I was waiting at my front door, giving out Halloween candy to Trick-Or-Treaters all evening. Some children came alone, some were with adults.
Gnah. Not watching Skyfall, after some loud shouting about lifting up a toilet... Trying to think of a Halloween poem... Can't think of anything... Only had 1 trick or treater...
#halloweenparty. Walking through the woods. Late at night on Hallowe'en. I sought advice from owls. Wisest birds there's ever been. I was looking for the party. I had received my invite.
Theo held the blade up, making sure I got a good look at it in the low light of the kitchen.
My hands come up empty. Not a single hand to hold. Everyone just upped and left me. I don't even know what went wrong. But it's the darkness that scares me. That keeps me wide eyed tonight.
Silver bark is scarred with ghostly faces and its branches reach up into the starlit sky.
#Halloweenparty. #pumkins. Thinking her thoughts of mischief before. The guy of the 5th with bonfires bright. And works of flame to the night sky. But halloween light. On the 31st night.
#Halloweenparty #setting It only opens its doors on All Hallows Eve.
Onyx black witches cloaks ripple like toxic water. Pearly white ghosts swirling through deathly silent, obsidian graveyards. Dazzling crimson eyes pierce with deadly glare.
On all hallows eve I first saw your face. You was beautiful and so full of grace. It was a masquerade ball. In the grand hall. All I could see was your eyes.