TW: pedophilia, death, rape
The man hid his intentions with make up and smiles,
Decorating their coffins with stickers and cheers;
A child in play, inside a game, running in miles.
His moustache are broken strings that invites you in,
His toys are knives and ropes that soon will pierce your skin,
His wrinkled hands snuck inside the child's yellow dress,
A red stained body, left tamed in the mad man's nest.
Little child went dissaray in hysteria,
Hear them laugh underneath causing insomnia,
The outside view is a hollow calm house in blue,
The man flees town and they found a little girl's shoe.