Year after year...

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I used to remember a song that always got me..it's called Jack's lament it started like this "There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there, far from my homeA longing that I've never known I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And  I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears." I swear this song I sing it as it was me all along..but not minding who I really am..a monster who kills people people are after me,Demons and my mind no one leaves me alone...not even the voices

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