A dark poem about a girl and her dolls. Creepy with a twist.. |
" 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" |