• Limp and broken limbs,

    sitting in the corner of the crib...

    A baby doll stares into the abyss,

    with eyes clouded in mist and hatrid.


    A dark desire from a long lost past,

    Of a terrible crime that has been cast.

    A little girl with curls and a soft smile,

    beating down by someone so guile.


    The punishment was lent...

    and the girl cried in grievance.

    As her doll watched in her little crib,

    of crime that was being spent!


    The little girl cried and cried,

    grabbed her doll and placed her by her side.

    The doll looked at her owner and felt remorse,

    for she did nothing, but stare at the most!


    The girl is long grown up and misunderstood...

    and no longer remembers her childhood.

    She still has the doll with sad looking eyes,

    that will remember forever that one horrible night!