lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes,
and dream of broken butterflies,
that tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have borne.

Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of blood trickling down,
and wake up just before you drown.

The moonlight's shining off your tears,

as you bleed out your own worst fears.

So tonight when you start to cry,
whisper the cutters lullaby