Post by lanaia74 on Jan 3, 2008 6:27:49 GMT -5
I am very proud of my collection, of dolls I have collected since child hood
But as a child I was scared my dolls would take on a life of their very own
To this day they are under lock and key, whether they are made of plastic or wood
Over the years, my silly fear of this has only grown.
Stupidity some may say but that doesn'y matter to me
I guess you could call it a phobia, but to understand, you would have to experience this kind of fear
I know I am acting like a child, but I'm sure this isn't the way it was supposed to be
At night from these things, I just want to steer clear.
I saw a movie as a child, one that affects me until this very day
One where the message was so horrific, I did not know how so, it would affect my very life
During the day when I was a child, with all my dolls with them I would play
But at night, my fear only made me susseptible to different kinds of strife.
Even as child I always slept with a light on, so my surroundings, I could always see
I always wanted to make sure my dolls weren't going to gng up on me
At night, I wanted no part of them, always keeping them under lock and key
My terror, through life has caused me to have to pay a tremendous fee.
What can I say except I know I'm being as stupid as can be
But I can't help myself, this fear has always been a part of me
At night from the dolls, all I have ever wanted to do is flee
Whenever I'm alone with them at night all I want to do is run away and flee.
I know my thoughts are dumb, so I try to set my thoughts on other things
Not an easy thing to do, then soon I hear a sound like the opening of a door
Now I am hearing things, to my sanity, I know I must cling
Then I hear tiny small footsteps, they are coming for me, I feel this in my very being, my very core.
But as a child I was scared my dolls would take on a life of their very own
To this day they are under lock and key, whether they are made of plastic or wood
Over the years, my silly fear of this has only grown.
Stupidity some may say but that doesn'y matter to me
I guess you could call it a phobia, but to understand, you would have to experience this kind of fear
I know I am acting like a child, but I'm sure this isn't the way it was supposed to be
At night from these things, I just want to steer clear.
I saw a movie as a child, one that affects me until this very day
One where the message was so horrific, I did not know how so, it would affect my very life
During the day when I was a child, with all my dolls with them I would play
But at night, my fear only made me susseptible to different kinds of strife.
Even as child I always slept with a light on, so my surroundings, I could always see
I always wanted to make sure my dolls weren't going to gng up on me
At night, I wanted no part of them, always keeping them under lock and key
My terror, through life has caused me to have to pay a tremendous fee.
What can I say except I know I'm being as stupid as can be
But I can't help myself, this fear has always been a part of me
At night from the dolls, all I have ever wanted to do is flee
Whenever I'm alone with them at night all I want to do is run away and flee.
I know my thoughts are dumb, so I try to set my thoughts on other things
Not an easy thing to do, then soon I hear a sound like the opening of a door
Now I am hearing things, to my sanity, I know I must cling
Then I hear tiny small footsteps, they are coming for me, I feel this in my very being, my very core.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
