The doll

Remeber the days she was always with you,

You pushed her on the swing,

You played teapartys together,

You had her as your first priority

Well those days are gone,

There are more important things in life,

But she cannot accept that,

She just sists there,

Waiting,

Watching,

Those buttoned eyes,

Black with death,

Soulless and empty,

The pink dress,

Coated with dust,

Slowly rotting away to nothing,

She is not happy,

Merely angry and jelous,

Just waiting for the right moment to pounce.