My Friend In The Box

He's dead but can talk

My friend cannot walk

He can give some the creeps

Whenever he speaks

He lies in a box 

Up In my loft

His mouth open wide

There's nothing inside

It's sad he can't feel

I wish he was real 

He drives me insane

When I am his brain

I pretend he's alive

To live and survive

My voice he can't hear

No matter how near

He's dark and mad

Sarcastic and sad

He's scary and funny

He's OK for a dummy

My lonely friend

Will be they till the end

And there Isn't a twist 

I'm a ventriloquist