Scratch Online

A cheap thrill,
only a dollar or two.
I feel it in my zombie bones,
this isn’t fun, this isn’t right.

The curtains raise,
and I’m forced to follow.
The same routine
copied thousands of times.

But that doesn’t stop her,
my white powder mistress.
She laughs as I recieve another blow.
I’m weak, it kills.
Nothing will fill the void in my empty eyes.

Dysfunction is normal, expected by most.
Lift the lid, and you will see,
the pressure, the need.
Of your own dollhouse monster.
Cause once inside, you’re trapped for life.
And there is nothing you can do.