My Midnight Playground

I walked past old, dead, trees And into an old, abandoned park I glanced at the huge, old tree At the decayed bark I returned my eyes to the playground Then checked my watch Five minutes till midnight Then they will begin their march I sat on an old, broken swing Staring into the dark Then there was that familiar ring That rung throughout the park I hid under the slide So I couldn't be taken Then they left Leaving me to play Momma would worry about my land of play But I ignored that Crawled out into the night I sat on my swing Looking in the dark My midnight playground Isn't as magical as it seems A horrifying destination That clouds my dreams But I am cursed to forever find myself here At the twelve hour Terrifyingly dangerous I forever walk alone To my midnight playground Since the age of three Now I am thirteen The monsters roam freely I only depend on me I can not leave this cursed place Until the next night But remains night as the moon holds still I was forced to remove people by kill But that was ten years ago I do it on my own This place disappears when I escape It holds the remains of the bodies Just to haunt my soul I get called by its whispers Telling me to follow Then I find myself approaching It's gate of the marrow

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