Living Dead Doll

I look in it's eyes,
that pierce through me,
stealing my soul,
that mouth,
the one that repeatedly says,
"It's your turn,"
this thing that i keep,
upon the shelf,
with the make-up and costumes,
and everything else,
It stares at me and i stare back,
as it lifts the knife over its head,
I scream and scream,
but no one hears,
and now it knows,
my deepest fear,
I can no longer hide,
and stay away safe,
'cause it can hear,
every breathe I take,
I wait and wait,
as it counts to ten,
hoping,
it'll never come for me again,
I watch the shadow,
now getting so small,
and remember,
it's only,
a Living Dead Doll...