A child sits in the darkened room,
Her laughter echoes, sharp as doom,
Her eyes are black, her skin a tomb,
Her touch will seal your fateful doom.

She calls your name in sweet refrain,
A lullaby that brings pure pain,
Each step you take, she will remain,
Until you drown in your own brain.

She waits for those who dare to peer,
Into the dark, into the fear,
For once she's seen, it's crystal clear—
You'll never leave, she's always near.