Shitty indie horror games
Garbage but gold all the same
Bland font logo from MS Paint
Broken English right there in the name
A stolen monster model stuck in the T-pose
Chases me without moving, on Heelys I suppose
Five Nights at Sonic’s/Elsa’s/who-the-fuck-ever’s
And Slendy’s hundreds of slightly different endeavors
Your voice acting makes “Jill Sandwich” seem Oscar-worthy
You breathe louder than you speak- it’s other-worldly
Random notes in your shitty midi soundtrack
2008 called, it wants my music back
So I survived the spooky skellingtons you threw at me
But there is one more threat that I may never beat
Crashes- more here than in a racing game
The twelve-year-old programmer is the one to blame
He is so goddamn proud, and I am ashamed
I can’t stop playing even though they’re all the same