An old doll propped up against the wall, worn away by time, its eyes filled with sadness
The sound of a rocking horse moving back and forth, a faint sweet laugh fills the air
The floor is a battlefield covered in stuffed toys that have been ripped apart.
They ly there helpless and unwanted.
Puppets hang form the ceiling slowly turning, their mouths twisted into cold sneers, their eyes deep, dark holes.
A small music box sits on the shelf playing the same never-ending tune over and over again.
The little girl still remains
The truth hidden, her sweet smile a disguise
Her eyes show her pain, her fear
She shall never be free
No one knows what happened that night
No one ever will
by Sara Montgomery
The sound of a rocking horse moving back and forth, a faint sweet laugh fills the air
The floor is a battlefield covered in stuffed toys that have been ripped apart.
They ly there helpless and unwanted.
Puppets hang form the ceiling slowly turning, their mouths twisted into cold sneers, their eyes deep, dark holes.
A small music box sits on the shelf playing the same never-ending tune over and over again.
The little girl still remains
The truth hidden, her sweet smile a disguise
Her eyes show her pain, her fear
She shall never be free
No one knows what happened that night
No one ever will
by Sara Montgomery
Oooh, how delightfully creepy! I love it! :D
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