goth
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There's a monster in my closet,
He tells me how I'll die,
He tells me when I'll go,
When I'll say goodbye,
Oh this monster in my closet,
Hears a tap on my window,
There's a crow waiting,
I’ve always liked that sense of style
With the chains
And the blood
The gore and the bats and the spiders
There has always been something special about October
About Halloween
About the Addams Family
and their sadistic values
There's something about the moon at night
