THE SOFT CUTE DOLL

Whose doll is that?
I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was testy like a dark potato.
I watch her walking pace.
 Fearing as my heart flutters,  I cry hello
Will never forget that creepy face....

She gives her doll a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and ravens awake.
Terrors that muse, ruse in a nearby lake
Her intentions are more than an evil snake.

The doll is soft, cute and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
The innocence that's worst then a sinner's spit
Skeletons in closet far worst then the resting peace

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage as she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
but then returned, to go to my shed
A shovel in case, it becomes a dread

I'm scared And franctically fear
This is all insanely too real
She's far then near
"Then mysteriuosly, .... disappear???"
I hate the silence, sounds get too clear
I'm worried and wondering if she will kill???