Hour 9: Wind-UP Doll

I feel the cold brass
the key
as it stabs me in the back
it chills me to the core
it sends shivers up my spine
as it winds
the tension builds
it builds
it builds
Let me go!
it builds

I feel the cold wind
the rush
as it slaps me in the face
it chills me to the bone
it puts pimples on my skin
as I spin
the dance repeats
Let me die!
it repeats

I feel the cold night
the dark
as it blinds me in both eyes
it chills me to my soul
it sends tremors toe to crown
as I wind down
and down
and down
Don’t leave me!
I wind down

The End

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