The Doll

She watches you, with her painful eyes,
Her mind is full, of many lies.

She plans your death, waits to kill,
Standing in the window sill,

See her shadow, dark and cold,
Watch the horror and terror unfold.

Her cold blooded stare, will fill you with fear,
For you and I, the end is near.

Shes hops down from the window sill,
Standing, waiting until -

Forgetting the life that you want to keep,
You drift off, into a deep sleep.

That was the last moment of you life,
As the doll pulls out her dreaded knife.

In it sinks, and your life is gone,
Another victim, to feast upon...