This urge I feel,
It comes every Halloween,
These voices so mean,
Starting on the eve of Samhain.
I hear these voices,
Urging me to kill,
Against my will,
A call to murder.
It has been a long time
Since the urge was very strong,
So very long.
It has been easy to subjugate these urges.
I have heard it was much
Harder
For my father,
But I am not him.
Too long have I been sheltered
In Faerie, I have grown used to
Easily controlling it, though
I do not know for how much longer.
I do not know what will happen
This year,
I fear,
For I am no longer in Faerie.
The voices are returning,
Urging me to maim and kill.
I don't feel so well…
Maybe you should run…
Maybe I should check myself into a hospital,
I don't know.
The urges are beginning to grow.
I should hide, I fear for my sanity!
My mind is slipping, giving away
To blackness and unspeakable evil.
Damn this evil's black will!
Whatever this diabolical craving, I cannot take it!
This madness
Is blocking me
From my blood of Faerie,
Thus disconnecting me from my magic…
Without my magic,
I cannot return
To where the curse ends, cannot return,
I am a danger to the human race!
The rush of blood,
Hate flaming,
I go a-hunting
For my prey.
Evil,
Evil,
Evil.
Help! They're all evil!