Come now my lovely won’t you. Take a midnight stroll with me?. Through the misty air the things. I keep I shouldn’t dare. My garden’s so inviting and its. Deadly blooms are hiding. Be careful what you touch. Lest the grave is what you lust. Draw the blinds you’re getting tired. Paralyzed don’t close your eyes. Gripped with fear your dreams become nightmares. From the deadly nightshade. Each night at midnight. Dating back into the fog of time. Another victim falls. The things I’ve done; the voices call. The hourglass runs out on us. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. The killers must be fed the soil is red. Now that you’re dead. Delirium – your burning throat. Mania – your heart rate soars. Hallucination – you’re losing your mind. Suffocation – cannot breathe; you’re going blind