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Horror shop Porcelain and dust ... It's sits there Staring at me Porcelain It's ****** up freaky I watch it's eyes bleed Did my eyes deceive me The clown frowns Menacingly It sits there Four legs and a tail Porcelain feline Gives me the creeps I swear the ****** just purred Licked it's whiskers as it sleeps Moose heads stuck up on a wall Stuffed with stuffing Manicured horns I am sure this creature died in vain And it's crazy eyes Disguise it's missing brain It looks at me Am I going insane ? Dust and objects fill the space I don't see an exit Free from this place And a little old lady looks at me with a grin She's about to say something But keeps it in Offers me a cup of tea I accept with discomfort It sits in a carousel A porcelain horse Playing a concert The antique cup full of Water and .... roaches Dread filled heat Traps me as A new figure approaches I don't remember walking in Surrounded by dust and porcelain I search for the exits once again **** me There a cage in-between It's a dead stuffed Tweetie bird singing It's wings are together with Bad sewing I take a seat on a leather couch The dust springs in the air With the smell of musk and mouse This is a horror shop Not a house Not a museum I can not describe enough The details in what I am seeing A solid old piano With keys of ivory Start to play Hauntingly They call me There's no one behind the music I slowly creep towards it And a decapitated foot taps The foot pump Toes are mangled and daunting The tunes amazing I stand frozen The old lady encroaching Puts her hand on my shoulder And whispers the words She has been holding A handkerchief stained with blood She is folding Over and over In tiny little squares Until finally she Has the perfect edges Opens her mouth and I hear Dear sweet child Look around Look at the creatures The porcelains The distorted mannequins The dust you've been storing Now move aside the cobwebs See the window over there Open it child Breath some fresh air Then look back at the horror shop And think real hard ..... For it's important You must Or you'll sit on a shelf And you to will collect dust x
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Horror shop x
Horror shop Porcelain and dust ... It's sits there Staring at me Porcelain It's ****** up freaky I watch it's eyes bleed Did my eyes deceive me The clown frowns Menacingly It sits there Four legs and a tail Porcelain feline Gives me the creeps I swear the ****** just purred Licked it's whiskers as it sleeps Moose heads stuck up on a wall Stuffed with stuffing Manicured horns I am sure this creature died in vain And it's crazy eyes Disguise it's missing brain It looks at me Am I going insane ? Dust and objects fill the space I don't see an exit Free from this place And a little old lady looks at me with a grin She's about to say something But keeps it in Offers me a cup of tea I accept with discomfort It sits in a carousel A porcelain horse Playing a concert The antique cup full of Water and .... roaches Dread filled heat Traps me as A new figure approaches I don't remember walking in Surrounded by dust and porcelain I search for the exits once again **** me There a cage in-between It's a dead stuffed Tweetie bird singing It's wings are together with Bad sewing I take a seat on a leather couch The dust springs in the air With the smell of musk and mouse This is a horror shop Not a house Not a museum I can not describe enough The details in what I am seeing A solid old piano With keys of ivory Start to play Hauntingly They call me There's no one behind the music I slowly creep towards it And a decapitated foot taps The foot pump Toes are mangled and daunting The tunes amazing I stand frozen The old lady encroaching Puts her hand on my shoulder And whispers the words She has been holding A handkerchief stained with blood She is folding Over and over In tiny little squares Until finally she Has the perfect edges Opens her mouth and I hear Dear sweet child Look around Look at the creatures The porcelains The distorted mannequins The dust you've been storing Now move aside the cobwebs See the window over there Open it child Breath some fresh air Then look back at the horror shop And think real hard ..... For it's important You must Or you'll sit on a shelf And you to will collect dust x
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
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