Lonely Doll and I  

Pretty doll house
furnish and fine
a little girl in a pretty dress
Is so demure and refine
She sits on the chair
A book on her hands
She has pretty ribbon on her hair
and black shiny Maryjane

A light flicker on during nightfall
and the doll house is lit so fine
a song is sung so lyrical
the little doll stand up to dance

I sit tied on a chair
looking up at a bunch of yellow hair
her eyes sightless but all aglare
the little doll is as big as I

A nightmare, yes I mentally scream
As she stoops and looks into my eyes
She takes out a shiny needle  
and sews my eyes in

The Doll House is pretty and clean
The little doll and I are sitting
at the table having a din-din
and eating nothing but plasticine

I look out of the window, all frilled
with pretty gauzy curtain
and see the blood slowly spill
from a huge monster on the bed

I look and look again
and inside a scream starts
but the doll came up
and I forgot me on the bed

"This is a nice doll house
Look at the dolls,
aren't they cute...
They look almost real."

"Pay attention, officer
Stop ogling that doll house..
look at all the blood
she meticulously pricked
herself to death...
Officer, bag this body."