Halloween Hustle

Creepin’ through the shadows where the phantoms dwell, Whispers in the night, like a sinister spell, Masked faces in the alley, hear the church bells chime, Trick or treat, but I’m spittin’ rhymes that haunt your mind. Goblins in the corners, plotting schemes with a grin, Sippin’ on the fear like it’s liquor from a sin, Pumpkin guts spill secrets, carved out with a blade, Every verse a graveyard where your hopes get laid. Cursed with the curse of a poet's dark intent, Words like razor blades, slice through the pretense, Monsters under beds, but I’m lurking in the light, Writing horror stories while I’m battling the fright. Skeletons are dancing, but I’m shaking the room, Echoes of the past, like a ghost in the gloom, Chasin' down the shadows where the nightmares creep, In this Halloween hustle, I’m the monster you keep.