I want to turn you all off
Hide you in my closet where the world can't see
You will belong to me
Your habits gone, your hope, your attachments
Toy soldiers marching for me in the privacy
Of my closet
I can line you all up from my ******* to my nub
Tell you to march on the rolling hills
And I'll absorb your dedication through my skin
I would put you all to rest at night
On my towers of blankets I store
And kiss you each good morning
My loves, that love me, that I love
And we'd all love each other
Just outside the closet, on my bed