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"You Wanna Play!!!"
Deep into the forest
I found a wooden doll
Porcelain eyes, creeping from behind
Like TV, the music haunted every step
Falling into a paralyzed state
The moonlight darkened before my eyes
Bitter taste of sulfur covered the scene
My heart pumped itself to sleep
Pure evil waltzes around the frigid floor
My body of stone Claimed by a sudden voice
"Get Up! Get Up, before I devour your soul"
The same wooden doll, dark porcelain eyes
Now speaks, his claws bracket around my neck
"Get up, Simon wants to play with you!"
In a sick demonic way, I woke with my lips sewn shut,
Silent, but alive!
Simon sang a song
"Simon wants to play, Simon wants to play! "
"Simon Says, do as I ask or else endure pure evil"
I wanted to jump to my feet
But, I felt frail and powerless
"Simon Says, beg for Life"
I kneel, pleading with my hands
For he knows I'm mute
"Simon Says, yell a little louder."
He can't hear my screams
Simon bites right into my mind
My eyes began to brim with tears
He dances pushing tangible fear
Simon then speaks,
"Simon Says, to stand on one foot."
Blood slowly slips as I stood on one foot
"Simon Says, get on the floor, slither like a snake
I slithered for a few seconds, then I stopped!
"Simon did not say to stop!" he mumbled
Snatching what remains of my heartbeat
Simon laughs, while my screams,
loosen the thread around my lips.
Simon then pulls a dagger from his little vest
A slash at my ankle - I fell
"Simon then says, get up!"
By this time, my adrenaline kicks in
This wooden doll, dark porcelain eyes
No longer scares, I slam Simon against the tree
"But, Simon Didn't Say."
Finally, I broke free from the insanity of imagination.
Taking control of Simon's game
Simon looked at me with a sad face "Saying"
"Simon doesn't want to play with you no more."
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015