Addictive on my tongue,
I follow to where on the corner a candy store laid.
There the store was covered in the orange mess,
Like a big bomb came crashing,
And the bloody mess was the remains.
But as I came closer,
I got caught off guard,
And choked on the burnt after taste in the air.
There was a fire,
That bore the mayhem,
Which was me.
As I continued my journey in the dull town,
Choir of men and women,
Would present screams of dying children.
But I had no claws,
I even had no sharp fangs,
So I couldn't possibly have done harm.
Still they gave me hallowed stares,
And locked their doors,
Before I could introduce myself.
Since I thought the town people wouldn't understand me,
I took my stride to visit the Queen of the land.
But she raised her arms of spears,
And smoke bombs upon my entry.
The only thing that brought pain,
Was when I stepped on broken glass,
And saw crystallized blood purge the floor.
This is when I started to run.
All I could do was run,
Leaving a trail of blood on my out of the village,
All the way,
To a different town,
And hid in a baker's oven.
He was the only one who sprinkled kindness on me,
Gave me eyes that people would love,
Four candy buttons to look my best,
And a sweet creamy smile,
So no one would think I'm scary.
Once I came out,
Warming the room with my sweet disposition,
As the baker comes up to me,
He put a hand on my shoulder,
The Gingerbread Man.