People people can't you see
What you say is killing me
This house of wonder, now in ruins
Children's memories of horror, completely inhuman
It brought much joy, but for not much longer
This playground, a place for our eternal slumber
No more mirrors, no more rooms
Kill those same old boring tunes
No more music, no more lies
Here we go, to our demise
Cut the rope, and drop the scene
Stop acting out and killing dreams
People people calm yourselves
We'll get out and escape this hell
Trip and fall over broken beams
Just keep on running, out to the street
Search your pockets for our only key
To end our deep insisting misery
Light a match and watch it burn
This house of horrors will not return
YOU ARE READING
~My Thoughts~
Non-FictionThis is just somewhere I write things. I start thinking and then I start writing. It might be sad, it might be happy, or it it could be infuriating. A little birdy told me to open up a bit. So I will. To you.
