The Toy Collector

You have a collection,

a box full of toys,

conquests of affection,

you mostly ignore.

But every once in a while,

when the stars are just right,

you open the box,

bring the toys to the light.

Do you remember their names?

Their stories? Their dreams?

You played games with their hearts,

that left them on their knees.

Some begged for mercy, for love,

for release. But you never give,

you just take, like a thief.

You're grasping and greedy,

thoughless to the bone,

a charming psychopath

with a heart like a stone.

I pity your toys, 

your girls and your boys,

but don't hold my breath, 

hoping you will get yours.

The light starts to fade,

the moon drops in the west,

you put your toys away,

and go seek your rest.

You have a collection,

a box full of toys,

conquests of affection,

you mostly ignore.