Michael Myers
we were just neighbors
he had black hair and brown eyes
we were hardly seven
playing hide and go seek
in the neighborhood
in the dark
fake plastic knives
expensive halloween masks
hollywood took my life for a picnic
they call my childhood michael myers
A girl moved to town
from somewhere in the states
said a meteor created a river there
she always liked to make up horror stories
and games
and chants
to go along with hyperventalating
truth or dare and seances
imagine yourself in a cemetary
imagine yourself with no friends
imagine you have an unstoppable desire
to kill kill kill
There were a few broken ribs
a few doors busted down
no one died
but i will never forget what happened in that particular town
looks like halloween
just not the right day
screaming children
just out to play
so many lines from your horror movie stolen right from my mouth
tears in my eyes to the relisation that something so awful went soo far
ask any of my old friends
they will tell you of that great hiding place
why some of my better friends ended up insane and never threw me away
not sure how much longer i'll survive my exaggerated childhood on display
wait till i grow up a bit more
and then parade every other mistake i've made
the loveless relationship i have with the world ends today
his name was never michael myers, only few of us know his real name
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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