Doll

Porcelain staring back at me

Glass eyes all I see

Still I can’t seem to run

Staying here is no fun

Trapped inside this broken house

No sound, except maybe a mouse

I wash the dirt from her face

She once was pretty in her lace

Frightened as the world grows cold

Trying to stand tall and look bold

Clock ticks by, all she does is stare

Her eyes giving me a silent dare

Close my eyes, it all goes black

Trying to move but space I lack

I’m in her house, it’s her rule

Everything around, her private tool

She holds her knife up to me

The doll house spins, I can no longer see

The only thing left, the tears I cry

All I have left to do is wait and die.