Bring on October

The skies are all dark now,
the lullaby's over
Just look at the gray clouds
and the rain that will scour
And who but a dead man,
a damned man, will smile at
his fate? 
With writhing hands and yellow
eyes and a smile of despise and guise
He yells and he screams at the demons
of life and dreams
And says the damned man, that when this life
is near over, "Bring on October!"

He smiles yellow teeth, heart hollow as
a wreath. He wipes his sweating eyes--
he opts for no disguise.
On with his evil plan. On, onward, he demands.
stomping his hoofed feet, waving for no retreat,
Pounding his staff at hand into the desert sand.
Who but a dead man,
a damned man, will smile at
his fate?
He glowers at the speed of how slow his life
of greed keeps turning over.
And says the damned man, that when this life
is near over, "Bring on October!"

For all the ghouls and goblins and the
skeletons that have long rotted over,
Aren't half as scary as a damned man's smile--
the smile that he tries to remove, but d'aren't
For if one thing changes, one thing goes wrong..
then the man knows for certain this life will be
over...
Which is why with his smile of yellow teeth,
his writhing hands, hollow soul as a wreath,
He screams and yells at the demons he has command over..
And says the damned man, that when this life
is now over, "Bring on, Bring on, yes, Bring on October!"