poem
he comes from the dark his eyes are too bright this might be your end you're in his sight he's rigid and stark might stop your heart body laden with rust bent like harp oh boy oh jeez that's springtrap I see
he'll tuck you in and say goodnight you snuggle down come morning come light you'll not draw a breath no wheeze nor a sneeze you'll be cold you'll be stiff a soulless marionette
skin hollowed out and eyes unseeing but always observing always a listening tickle-tee, tittle-tah keep that music box wound it’s a lullaby your song, a somber tune keep you slumbering through the screams and some howls
welcome to the nightmare welcome to the crypt you're family now kid one of us, one of us this be the place where the damned make the law so take a place, pick your spot midnight comes in haste three, two, and one
make them suffer share your pain with the ones that wouldn't listen for the ones who looked away carve it in their soul a little anguish all around
misery loves company and you're looking lonely
