It\'s almost Halloween, how appropriate
That I should be haunted now,
By things I do not know,
And things I cannot see.
A tinted window;
I can see everything,
But you don\'t even know I\'m here,
But I am! And all for you!
It\'s almost Halloween, how ironic,
There will ne no talk of ghosts.
Just subtle haunting,
And pumpkin carving.
These links are self-made,
Deep in my subconscious,
There must then be something there,
Behind a tinted window.
It\'s almost Halloween, how poetic-
This spider\'s web of lies.
Forty pounds and a pointless facade,
Tangled up inside.