Hollow Eves -Warren Locke-Smith

It's Halloween two thousand nine Strangers barking "Who are you supposed to be?" any other night that question would really bother me. Rubber latex, polyester, and a proper painted grin Tonight, I know myself better, than the other masks I wear the monsters hidden in plain sight and no one seems to care Like the scariest thing I could think of was brutal honesty No treats All tricks Stay hidden All Hallow's eve Me and the wolfman drunk and howling at the moon the animals in our brains calculate our moves There must be some curse that I was tethered to I wish I had an out like him and could simply blame the moon A clown caught entertaining an audience of two the painted grin didn't hide my shame of seeing you what a meta commentary of a joke that would never land I couldn't even lie my nose was just as red as my hands. And as you drove away the ghost of gin haunted your wake A clown screaming Please come back From the last exit you'd take. No treats All tricks Stay hidden All Hallow's eve People at the funeral surely still see the clown A fool, with a desperate need to find absolution some how Faust got to make a bargain, but I never got his deal Horror on Halloween never should be real stay hidden Stay hidden All these Hollow Eve's