Dance My Little Puppet

Jan 15, 2011 18:16

 Chink, chink!

There's the sound again.

It follows me to my home,
up the stairs, even inside 
my room.

Chink, chink!

It scares me to death, I 
can't sleep.

Chink, chink!

What is that sound?! It's 
torturing my head. Making my blood
freeze and boil at the same time.

It pounds against my skull,
make my legs feel like jelly.

Looking out the window I see
 the reason.

An eye is looking at me! It stares 
with an devious smile, malice dancing
in their depths.

It opens it's mouth.

"Hey there, my dolly,"

eye, tension, malice, creepy, poem

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