On a dusty shelf, she sits so still,
With lifeless eyes that give a chill.
A porcelain face, a painted grin,
But something dark lies deep within.
Her tiny hands, her staring gaze,
Frozen there in eerie haze.
Though just a toy, or so they say,
She's waiting there to make you pay.
Possessed in porcelain, dark and cold,
A twisted secret, a story untold.
With a wicked smile and eyes that stare,
Her haunting presence fills the air.
She's more than just a child's delight,
A cursed soul bound tight at night.
Once you see her, don't stick around,
Or feel her wrath without a sound.
When lights go out, she starts to move,
A haunting step, a silent groove.
Her shadow creeps along the floor,
Drifting closer, more and more.
You hear her laugh, a twisted glee,
A doll possessed, never free.
She waits to catch you in her trap,
With just one look, there's no way back.
Possessed in porcelain, dark and cold,
A twisted secret, a story untold.
With a wicked smile and eyes that stare,
Her haunting presence fills the air.
She's more than just a child's delight,
A cursed soul bound tight at night.
Once you see her, don't stick around,
Or feel her wrath without a sound.
From room to room, she follows near,
Her little steps that spark your fear.
A soul trapped deep, dark and bound,
She moves without a single sound.
A curse she bears, a fate so grim,
With hollow eyes and laughter dim.
In the shadows, she lies in wait,
A chilling toy, a twist of fate.
Possessed in porcelain, dark and cold,
A twisted secret, a story untold.
With a wicked smile and eyes that stare,
Her haunting presence fills the air.
She's more than just a child's delight,
A cursed soul bound tight at night.
Once you see her, don't stick around,
Or feel her wrath without a sound.
At dawn, she fades to stillness deep,
But in your dreams, her shadows creep.
Possessed in porcelain, she waits unseen,
Till night returns, and she's once again keen.