i play pretend
with my dead morbid dolls
and i sing sweet lullabies
as i stumble down the halls
i talk to the monsters
as they slowly and stealthily creep
and merry-go-round, twisted clowns
haunt me as i silently sleep
a noose around stuffed necks
cause entertainment and sickening joy
i wish that it was all real
instead of mere broken toys
i play with knives and razor blades
sewing imaginary wounds
my dark fortress and torture chamber
merely lies within my room
and i continue to enjoy myself
in sick and twisted ways
all just for warped painful pleasure
in attempt at child's play
 
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