The dolly in my head

There once was a little dolly
that sat on my bed
one day she came alive
somewhere deep in my head

she walked to my side
a knife in her hand
then ordered me
with a strong command

to murder Mommy
and bury her in the sand
for no one would think
to look on that land

"or perhaps, better yet"
the doll said gleefully
"we can empty your mother
into the dark, barren sea"

I begged my dolly
only for another choice
but she flat-out refused;
the evilest of my toys

we marched to Mommy
and so it be done
my dolly sat with a grin
as if this were fun

and as we threw Mommy
off the dock, into the sea
my eyes flashed close
and I opened them to see

my room all around me
and I lying in my bed
it was only a nightmare
I thought in my head

and as I sighed
and thought gratefully
something on the bed
stirred beside me

of course it was the dolly
perched high on the bed
and I knew she was the cause
of Mommy, in the sea, dead

oh how I curse the dolly in my head