Somber are the halls echoing with past wrongs.
Old are the animatronics and their songs.
The vibe of the place; strange how it shifts.
Entertaining and magical to the kids,
Yet a nightmare to the adults.
The complicated patterns; hiding in an office for 6 hours behind doors.
They keep you prisoner until your shift is over
And then, you get payed to do four more nights.
The ringing of the phone;
Suspicions rise as you hear the meticulous voice of phone guy.
Foxy bangs on the door
Like an angry landlord telling you to pay rent.
The power drains as does your sanity.
And when everything goes dark?
You pray for your life while they prey on you.
Freddy's taunting song rings in your ears
as you freeze in place like that of absolute zero
because you have absolutely zero power.
But then,
The clock tower chimes
And there is not longer a chill in your spine.
You are safe,
6 am is your savior.
But alas, it is only brief rest,
For you are scheduled for 4-6 more nights.
Suppose this is like life,
How we struggle and try to survive and get through it,
Then 6 am hits.
We thank the clock that never seemed so alive
But there will only be more hardships to come.
Of course, why do we work more nights?
We find that often it's not for the money,
But for the thrill it brings.
Yes, we enjoy the thrill as we get used to the patterns.
This game isn't so bad after all...

Author's note: so that was my crap FNAF poem. I just felt like writing one and it turned out like really bad but whatever, hope you guys enjoyed :/ bye for now my wattpadlings!