Can't touch me can't see me, but you can feel me,
Can't catch me can't trap me but you can fetch me.
I am the ugly spirit of the eternal darkness if you can't tell,
Yes it's me, the ghost of the well.

I roam about everywhere as my corpse rots, holes in my leather jacket from when I was shot.
My skull slashed in two with an axe in my head,
Marigolds grow out of it burying the haunting life I had lead.

Folks have stories about me being mean and scarry,
They tell their kids about my pointy teeth and how my hands are hairy.

They say...