She sits and stares all day long.
In a corner, where she belongs.
Evil is among her from a curse made long ago.
The answers lie within her, but nobody really knows.
They look at her and feel bad for all her wear and tear.
But she looks at them and imagines them all bloodied, from her frightening scare.
When they are on the floor she's a harmonious sound to refrain.
Swaying back and forth with no regret just a cynical whirl of pain.
Through the window she throws their body to the ground.
Nobody sees her, she makes sure that nobody is around.
With her hazy grin, she places herself back in place.
And persistently waits there for another grievous face.
She's been doing this for decades
Oh how the music fades...
Nobody caught on that this evil doll carries horrifying spells inside her cold body that is exposed to death.
Just one touch and your holding on for your last breath.
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