Sally, Sally,Why Don’t You Love Me Anymore

Just down the block lives a clown puppet, for free.

Strangely enough, no one has taken it, even though there's no fee.

The stories that circulate of the deaths

Always contain the doll, gleefully laughing at the last breaths.

This is the story of a girl named Sally,

The clown's last owner, before it was sold for free.

She received him on her 6th birthday,

And everyday was he taken out to play.

Alas, she grew tired of the childlike doll,

And put it away in the basement, instead going to the mall.

The clown stewed in his porcelain box,

Yes, I will have my revenge, and he picked the lock.

One day poor Sally stayed home alone.

Too bad she didn't hear the light thud in the basement as she texted Malone.

But she did hear the creaking of the old stairs.

Sally, Sally, why don't you love me anymore, a thin voice sings in the air.

Oh, how Sally trembled with fear,

I'm at the foot of your bed, said her clown, And I shall take your blood, my dear

A child's scream shattered the calm of the night,

A mirror of her mother's at the next light.