Deaths in my park

I lived in a twisted town, in a life of dark
it was that hallowed night in fieldstone park
i met my match
something evil had alreayd hatched
the suburbia i was locked inside
it was was your so called american dream guide
the wind howled at me
i was depressed she had left with glee
i snook out past 11 waltzed to the park
i steped through twigs and lightning glowed in a spark
i thought i was alone
i snaggered to the metal stand-alone swing, until i heard a slight groan
i noticed the picnik tables damp and soggy
i could barely see her, it was to foggy
i tip toed closer, sat down next to her
her hair was black laced with yellow highlights, i would concur
she was slim, and pale as can be, eyes sparkled with blue
it was something odd, she drew you closer, but youd have no clue
it started raining, the girl dressed in a lavander prom skirt stood tall
smiled, i couldnt move, i tried to squall
i blanked, i woke up in my bed
my mom came in ignored me completely, mumbling dead
i asked silently, mom ?
i was getting sweaty, all in my palm
she left, i screamed, cried, i couldnt leave
all i could do is watch people grieve

stuck
struck
nothing but a schmuck