While You Sleep

While you are sleeping, do listen close
For out of the box, the little boy goes
Of the dreams where you hide, little Jack knows
Dragging the spring that he has for his toes

While you are sleeping, beware of the man
Who used to drum for the marching band
But time had chipped and ripped his hands
Now the old soldier seeks limbs for rent

While you are sleeping, the dolls will wake
Their glass eyes blink on faces dead
Small feet tiptoe up your bed
Plastic fingers trace your head

While you are sleeping, the soldiers prowl
Along to the song box’s gentle lull
The dolls’ commands they dare not revile
With hunting knives they unbolt your skull

While you are sleeping, they all awake
Of you a plaything they will make
On your watch they will have to play dead
So if you can…

Try to stay up late.

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