Based a poem sharing the same name, from DDLC.



I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It’s the secret place where I keep all my dreams,
Little balls of sunshine, dancing together like kittens,
Warming my heart with their gentle gleams.

I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It’s soft and tingly, a spark of delight.
But there’s no time to waste! I bottle it up tight,
And I place it on the shelf with the others, a sparkling sight.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.

My collection brings laughter, a treasure trove of light,
Each bottle a beacon, a friend in the night.
When one of my pals feels the weight of the day,
Down comes a bottle to chase gloom away.

Night after night, my dreams multiply,
Friend after friend, more bottles nearby.
Deeper and deeper, my fingers explore,
Like a child in a cave, finding wonders galore.
Digging and digging, I scrape and I pry,
Uncovering glimmers, I laugh and I sigh.

I blow off the dust from the caps with a grin,
Time stretches on; it feels like a win.
My empty shelf longs for more,
My friends gather close, knocking at the door.

Finally, all done! I open wide, and in come my friends,
In they rush, bright-eyed and giddy. Do they crave my bottles that much?
I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after another,
Handing them out with a giggle and a hush.
But every time I let one go, it shatters at my feet,
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards,
Crimson droplets pooling, bittersweet.

They were meant for my friends, those smiles now turned to screams,
They clutch their empty hands, shattered hopes in their dreams.
Now they’re shouting, pleading, their faces twisted in dread,
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo,
In this hollow cavern that fills with the dead.

As laughter fades, and shadows creep,
The darkness swallows the joy I keep.
In the silence that follows, a haunting refrain,
The echoes of madness drive me insane.