I'm a broken child's play thing
Hanging from a thread
My button eyes are missing
And my dress is stained red
You've silenced my voice
I've forgotten how to sing
That lullaby I once knew
That one about a ring
You've brought me insanity
And what pleasure to you it must bring
When I run around in circles
Until inside I'm dead
You laugh and clap again
And my ears it makes them ring
And I remember the lullaby
The one I'd used to sing
The pretty little one
That one about the ring
It was like a little bird song
You loved it as I said
'Mama's got this song for you sweet child
Through your sleep let it be a ring
Let it wrap around you dreams all golden
And angels let it bring
I love you my sweet child
That's why for you I sing
And let my voice carry you away
As you rest in you warm bed'
'Mama's got this song for you sweet child
Through your nightmares let it ring
Let it twist you dreams black and haunting
And horrors it will bring
I'm watching you sweet child
And as for you I sing
Let my voice be a reminder
You don't wake when you're dead. '
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Original Poetry
PoesíaBasically a book of my creative brain farts when I don't have the time to write a novel. Please vote and tell me which are your favourite! Some are a little depressing and triggering, I warn you before hand. *As you near the end of this book, you...