" Anna's Dolls"

" Anna's Dolls"


All alone and with her
Dolls,
Anna stares upon her
Walls..

Late at night, she lies
In fear,
From the voices that
She hears.

Silhouettes, run through
Her room,
Anna prays for morning
Soon..

Beady eyes, surround her
Bed,
Anna quickly hides her
Head.

Little fingers tapping
Windows,
Shutters knocking, as
The wind blows...

China White, Anna can't
Stop crying..

On her pillow, little
Imprints,
On the floor, are muddy
Footprints..

On her walls, now the
Dolls are smiling..

Whispers mixed, with
Children's laughter,
Little legs, hang from
The rafters.

Anna's eye's, shut for
Praying,
Not believing, what they
Are saying..

Go away, just far away,
She screams...

Pencils dancing, flying
Scissors,
Heads are spinning as
They whisper..

" Mommy thinks her Anna
Has bad dreams"

Her room was blessed,
Once by a priest,
They found him dead,
Out on the street..

Unexplained, was his
Death,
Cross, upside down
Upon his neck.

Scratches etched, deep
Inside his skin..

People talked, amongst
Savannah,
Evil, was the girl named
Anna.

Leave her be, don't ever
Let her in.

Trapped, inside her room
With dolls,
Constant running through
The halls.

Anna came to her
Conclusion,
No more fear or
Seclusion,

She grabbed her dolls,
Headed to the river..

Piece by piece, Anna
Broke them,
Tossing limbs, a raging
Motion..

But in the air, Anna
Caught a shiver..

She dug a hole, with
Her shovel,
Looked to the ground,
Calling the devil,

" Take your children" Anna
Yelled!
Back with you, down in
Hell..

Leaving tiny heads inside
The hole.

Anna ran across the
Fields,
Thru the woods, then
She kneeled..

Praying up above, to
Bless her soul..

Later as she ate her
Dinner,
Anna felt no fear with
In her,

Tired, from that early
Morning,
Sleep crept in, without
A warning,

Anna went into her room
To rest..

Dozing off, turned into
Sleeping,
Anna woke to someone
Creeping,

By her bed, cold, captured
a breath.

Anna turned, to look
Around,
Nothing there is all
She found,

She smiled, flipped, rolling
Over,
Pulling covers, over her
Shoulder,

Thinking how it's nice to
Sleep in silence..

One last glance, is what
She thought,
Opened her eyes, she quickly
Caught,

Beady eyes, fixated mixed
With violence.

Anna rose above her
Bed,
Fingers scratching at
Her head,

Tearing skin, bones are
Cracking,
Twisted arms, children
Laughing,

Anna screams, as she hits
The wall,

Broken, battered with no
Feeling,
Little fingers start their
Peeling,

Death has come, from
Her little dolls.

Anna weakens, as she's
Fading,
Hearing what the dolls
Are saying,

"Code red!" She's on the
Floor,
Sedative shot, call unit
Four,

" Anna Parsons, self inflicted
Wounds"

" Heavy Trauma, from
A seizure"
"Lacerations, burning
Fever"

" Looks as if, she used a
Plastic spoon"

Anna screams, " Kill the Dolls!"
"See them laughing on the walls?"

Medics pull her from her
Cell,
Schizophrenic, hurt as
Well,

20 years, inside this
Institution..

Anna killed, her mother
And father,
Blamed her dolls, her daddy
Had bought her,

Mentally insane, was their
Conclusion.

Anna swears it was her
Dolls..
That took the life of ma
And pa..

Late at night inside
Her cell,
She whispers softly
To herself,

" Go away, just go away"