Nine o'clock i sit up right
watching the shadows scurry across my floor
hearing the creaking of my door
the giggles and screams of tormented toys
waiting for the sleepless little girls and boys
the tainted dreams they'll never see
just nightmares bound by misery
tears flow down the cheeks of the young
funny how they didn't know the horrors just begun
pulled by their hair
too scared to run
laugh at how they bare the pain trying to hold back tears
releasing screams of insanity
haunted by their fears
cant fight back
too stiff to breath
oh what these horrid little toys dare concieve
help them now
before its too late
for tonight they may have their
date with death
an hour past eight..



 
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