Terror Toy

glowing eyes

i hold in the night

so comforting

yet it brings me fright

 

i hear a bump

in my midnight bed

looking to the eyes

of his maniacle head

 

the walls are closing in

its time to elope

as fears saliva

runs down my throat

 

i stand up

its time to hide

the very thing

that comforts my mind

 

through the terror

of a little boy

i was only afriad

of a glowing toy

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