"Lets leave Garry,"
She finally said.
"He's gone now, buried."
The doll mislead.
"I won't believe, its scary!"
Ib shrieked aloud.
"I dont want to leave him!"
She still cried out.
"But then well suffer."
"Who cares... I wont allow."
Ib's voice stuttered.
"I hope he's alright,"
The despair seeped thru.
Left all alone in fright,
Ib had no clue.
"Marry always lied..."
Trying to stand anew,
The girl searched wide
Her friend never came,
He was locked away.
Marry dug her own grave,
While their corpses decayed,
While people walked astray.
The exhibits erased...