As I sink lower into insanity

I see them, the clutter, coming after me

The toys of my brain wander, seeking to find

They want to wipe me away from my mind



-These lifeless dolls are after me

-Toy horses are off on the charge

-I fight them off, not wanting them anymore

-We clash, the toy soldiers off to war



These ragged pieces of cloth, they want me so

They run in to get me, and they won't let go

They drag me through the cold-bogged mud

They scratch, they tear, they want blood.



-These lifeless dolls, just won't go

-Why they're after me? I'll never know

-I rip, I shread, I hack, until their dead

-Until my hands are covered in red



-These lifeless dolls keep coming back

-I try to run, but they stay on my track

-They tax my brain, chasing me for a fee

-Will somebody please, come and save me?

10/16/2002