I sat alone dreaming, Playing with the blade when they started talking again Whispers of games to be played, Screams of others joy at the thought Voices urging me on, To continue where I left off After days of silence I thought they died, So I sat and waited for the ghosts to wake Oh, they had just slept! They haven't been fed, loved or played with I haven't shown them the beauty they deserve. As I rose to meet their haunted gaze I could hear their muffled cries! Play! Play! Play! Food! Food! Food! Oh the silly little creatures! I removed their gags, I gave them food Some had died long ago so a leg here An arm there To see them cry with joy! I brought my wires to the first to finish, Barbed and rusted but it will work! Time to show these people that I'm back to care!
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