The room was too wide
The room was too wide and emptyFor a little girl with soul yearned for love;And there came her only friend,Who, all day long, by its brainless mindOpens the enormous eyes, staring up the ceiling.“I gave you this doll,To be your best friend, and to have fun with you”,The mother said to her little girlWithout knowing that was a foolish mistake;From there, the doll became her only source of happiness She put on lipstick the color of cherry candyThen with her familiar skills of needlework, She made out a magic pink and white nightie“Isn’t it pretty?”, she asks her friend An bare smile spread across her mouth.And when, during the night, she drifted to sleep,Her eyes are closed as she is drawn in deep into a stream of recurring dreams;If slumber her eyelids knew,Her friend was looking at her,Its cold glint reflected the stars outside her sparkle window.Every night the doll has imagined,That one day it could be unitedWith the little girl’s soulThe wind was high and the clouds were darkSignaling a soul about to leave.When the lock chimed 12 o’clock,The moment it had been waiting came,Her spirit was too sick, easily taken awayThrough a terrifying laugh of the demonic dollIt captured the little girl’s spirit in its heartless body.Since then, there was no more loneliness the girl had to endureFor inside the doll’s body,Existed many others gloomy souls,That would be with her forever,“Welcome,” the doll said, “my dear little girl,You will be my next best friend!” The doll was carried from place to place,Where it could rescue hopeless, lonely soulsTo gather them all togetherInside its venomous mind, “Be careful! I’m watching you”, cautioned the insidious doll.