halloween (downstairs)

halloween is here with me you left in this home, stitches on my body, closets full of bones, blood that won't stop running 'cause this wound won't ever clot, like the ringing in my ears that don't ever seem to stop, i hear voices from the basement, scratching on the roof, seeing visions of you wasted, mumbling to the moon, conjuring some darkness from the shadows in your room, where i sold my hallelujah when i laid my soul in you, love ain't nothing more than black magic, you better want what you wish for, it might happen.