Original Poetry

That One about the Ring

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. '