The world tilts and spin
Under my expecting fingers
Waiting for the sharp dagger to prick
Always waiting
For in the realm below live the beast
The masked villians walking down the street
The crying children who deep inside long for a home
But are the least cared for in all the world
How did my beautiful toy twist and bend this way
It is now broken
So patheticly broken
So maybe it should be terminated
Or not
That is the question
To think the very will is on my finger tips
Will I
Dare I
The word is....
Yes.