I..
only prayed
to lay me d
o
w
n to sleep,
but my concious
stayed with Freddy.
Now, teddy bear ...
sleeps
alone
in my bed.
My inner child is to only weep..
Weep and s w e e p
the remaining ashes of me
before they, too, are led astray.
In the place of my face,
on the bed
beside Teddy
rests a scorched sheep.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
I..
only prayed
to lay me d
o
w
n to sleep,
but my concious
stayed with Freddy.
Now, teddy bear ...
sleeps
alone
in my bed.
My inner child is to only weep..
Weep and s w e e p
the remaining ashes of me
before they, too, are led astray.
In the place of my face,
on the bed
beside Teddy
rests a scorched sheep.
I am proud of this one. I feel like i pushed my limits in an effectivly.. imperfect way. ****
Please like, share.. engage: if i at least CAUGHT
your
ATTENTION
!
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