I'll write the wicked in ways it can unsettle you, so then you can wonder what was inside my head, am I dead or just fed of the nightmares I can tell that can make your heart swell, big black eyes in the night to me are alright, but it's the witches cackle that make my bones rattle.
I'll write anything, this proves it and if you don't believe me you'll lose it.

Read the stories if you have your will, so then you can have a cold dead chill of this awful rhyming thrill.

I say goodbye, don't die.