A/N: This poem was inspired by this song (listed above, which once again, I don't own). Enjoy!
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This world is cruel.
Designed to be machines.
This sick and twisted game.
We're all pawns in this match.

"Only one will win," they claim.
Lies flowing with ease.
There is no winners in this one.
All of us will lose.
One way or another...

Our demons will get us.
Secrets will spill.
Friends become our rivals.
Insanity will control us.

Puppets is what we are.
Our puppeteer is hidden.
Deep within the shadows it lurks.
Searching for its next puppet.

We've abandoned our innocent ways.
Now, hatred seeps within our blood.
The blood we share is no longer pure.
Instead, we've damaged it.

There is no escape!
Trapped between these hidden bars.
Drowning, you realized that you were tricked.
For this isn't no ordinary place.

As we like to say...

"Welcome to the funhouse of horror, fool! Here, you'll stay for entirety! Have fun!"

"Hahahaha!"

A/N: Scared? Good. You should be. If not, then I failed as a person trying to write Horror.

Welp, I can't say that I tried.
Hahaha...

Interesting topic, huh? When you're alone, you can come up with the craziest ideas.

Anyways, this was my story. Let me know what you think.

Thanks! ❤