Daddy gave me a doll on my birthday,
Her eyes watching, as in my bed it lays,

I felt something wrong with her,
It moves from places as I set her free,

She is only a doll, a motionless toy to play,
Creepiness seeping from her day by day,

Picking the doll, a grin cracked on her face,
I was frozen in fear as I saw her blue eyes flick,

The light went off making my tears stream,
The door slammed shut muffling my scream.

~Inara