It's like everytime i throw up, i look down and i swear i don't remember eating that.

What the aliens have done to me....i cannot fully process.
I'm sure they'll come again. I won't be able to resist their calling.

High up on the desert mountain in the middle of a clear night. I'm the only one who knows they are out there.

They are reading my mind, invading my dreams. They are programming me to do their bidding.

I shall do their bidding.

They will abuse me in ways i will not remember.

Every once in a while, fragments of thoughts enter my consciousness and flashes of memories fill the void. I'm either dreaming it all over again, or it was their intention for me to relive certain brief moments.

Enough to feed the curiosity until next time...

There will always be a next time
until there isn't
& then what...

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over...

Keep away from Pumpkinhead,
Unless you're tired of living,
His enemies are mostly dead,
He's mean and unforgiving,
Laugh at him and you're undone,
But in some dreadful fashion,
Vengeance, he considers fun,
And plans it with a passion,
Time will not erase or blot,
A plot that he has brewing,
It's when you think that he's forgot,
He'll conjure your undoing,
Bolted doors and windows barred,
Guard dogs prowling in the yard,
Won't protect you in your bed,
Nothing will, from Pumpkinhead.