VooDoos Grasp

Feb 5th written   "The doll's eyes gleam bright, with an otherworldly light A heart of darkness beats, within its porcelain sight Its stitched smile hides a secret, a tale of blood and gold A whispered promise of terror, that only darkness can hold."   "In moonlit silence, the doll's eyes gleam A malevolent presence, in a porcelain dream Its stitched smile hides a secret, a heart of pain A whispered promise of terror, that echoes through the brain."   "With every glance, the doll's power takes hold A whispered suggestion, that the mind cannot unfold It weaves a web of madness, with threads of fear and dread A puppeteer of terror, with the owner's soul as its thread."   "In twisted dreams, the owner's mind does stray Where shadows dance, and darkness holds its sway The doll's presence lurks, a constant, eerie guide Through labyrinthine corridors, where sanity cannot reside."   "In darkened dreams, the doll's face does twist Eyes aglow, like embers from a witch's kiss Its smile stretches wide, a grotesque, inhuman grin As the owner's screams are silenced, by the doll's dark within."   "The doll's dark presence lingers, a haunting, ghostly sigh Echoes of madness whisper, as the owner's soul says goodbye The doll's cold, dead eyes watch, as the darkness closes in And the owner's screams are silenced, forever trapped within"