The porcelain doll

I am very young (2 or 3) and with my mother
We went next door to the neighbors
My mother was ill, she laid down inside
As she slept, my eyes open wide

Something is scurrying along the roof
Two windows seem to terrify me
A porcelain doll peering in from above
It is alive and up on the roof

Looking at me....letting me know it sees me
Mother is asleep
Looking at me....letting me know it sees me
Mother is asleep

Back and forth, taunting me with an empty gaze
Terror and fear, helpless and scared
This cold pale white face with empty eyes
This image is meant to terrorize (me)

That porcelain doll is looking at me
Taunting me, watching me