Toy Box

Every day I open my toy box
Tools of controlled happiness
Beheaded baby dolls start playing with my mind

I will never have the chance to try again
Once the procedure has been prepared
Mutilated toy soldiers begin the invasion into my head

Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stop it Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop

Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe Not safe

It is not safe to play with me
A damaged toy clinging onto her promised land
Surrounded by thoughts marching from all directions

Dates are useful when time has ceased to be
The words ‘I have no regret’
Have become my last mourning

I am only a toy
In a game with other toys
Nothing can hold the descent

It’s only a matter of time
Unpredictable yet inevitable
To delay, or to accelerate?

My toy box keeps its silence

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~ by misspeaceful on 22 October, 2011.

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