Play Room

Play Room

We've all got skeletons in our closets,
Teeth wrapped up in tissue shoved deep into our pockets,
We're all psychotic,
We all play with cadavers like puppets on strings,
Like rag dolls that fall down on needles and springs,
We tease people with spiders on spider threads,
We play games in our heads,
To us the mortuary is a place to play like a park on a summer day,
In the dark we run away,
By our necks we hang condemned for things we thought but didn't say,
Tick tock goes the clock and with it the pendulum swings,
There are funeral songs that we sing,
There are bugs that feed on dead things,
Body bags and coffins are where we keep our toys,
The trinkets and knick knacks we get from the doctor after the needles go through,
Are we sick or do they tell us the truth?
We've all got pins and needles sticking out of our dolls,
The dolls that whisper our names hanging from stings and burning in piles of soot,
We are all utterly innocent,
Never a crime committed but locked away anyway,
Unfairly convicted,
It's not our fault we play mortician while the other kids play kitchen,
That we collected bug legs while the others gathers flower petals,
The others eat candy and we swallow pills,
You call us little monsters,
Did you ever stop and think that you were the ones who made us sick?
Who raised us twisted and sadistic?

So let's play mortuary...

You bring the body...

I'll cut it up...

And see who killed mommy...

Reviews

[Words of Wisdumb]

I once knew a real creep that was really into this sort of thing. I think his name was Leonardo da Vinci or something like that. Anyway, he's dead now. I liked this; especially the mommy ending. Cool poem.

[Just Kim]

We've all got pins and needles sticking out of our dolls,
The dolls that whisper our names hanging from stings and burning in piles of soot,

Love this part, emotional read here

[Ghost writer]

Thanks for the review glad you liked it

[Curtis.Lenker]

Damn this is such a powerful poem. I loved every line. This is so true to many times people run and hide from the skeletons in our closets. There are some like you and I who embrace them. They helped us become who we are today. I have befriended and accepted my demons. I am glad for them. Again very very great work.

[Ghost writer]

Thank you for giving it a read

[Nix is typing...]

"Did you ever stop and think that you were the ones who made us sick?
Who raised us twisted and sadistic?"

I relate to this so much! This poem was...disturbing, but so are a lot of mine, so I honestly thought it was a good poem! 100/100

[Ghost writer]

Thanks for reading

[Nix is typing...]

Thanks for sharing!!

[John the Baptist]

Odd, I wasn't depressed at all before I read this piece.