The sunshine is gone, The nighttime is upon us, The demons race up to you, grab your face and erase your voice, They say "Playtime." They yank your neck, wreck your wrists, you try to use your fists, but you sank and lose, They stroke your hair, provoke you to a chair and tie you up, they say "Nighttime" but they lie and say "Oh wait, It's Frighttime." They giggle, and wiggle your lifeless body around, you fall helpless to the ground, You hope you dont die, but sigh, You cope otherwise, Dope? Oh nope, this is scope.
Poetry by me @demonless (cheyne / cheyanne mayfield )
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