I shake the earth off my skin
with stitched lips I form a grin

my fingertips are made of blades
these mini chainsaws work like spades

my pain is thirsty I must feed
my eyes of teeth feel the need

to penetrate the flesh of those
who will be left to decompose

ghoulish costumes fill the street
nicely packaged meals of meat

the little ones I do not seek
not enough flesh I critique

ah! the perfect one draws near
I can smell his subtle fear

I grab and pull him to my eyes
they are wide open he's surprised

my teeth invade his tender flesh
I'm pleasured as this one is fresh

completely torn straight to the bone
now satisfied I hear him groan

I snap his neck and walk away
Helloween's now on display