||Lullaby||

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||Hush little body
             it's time to cry scarlet red tears

                This lullaby inside your mind
will reveal your worst fears

                        Screaming
            crying
                                           laughing
                                smiling
    won't help

     Close your eyes and
                   see the truth
how your thoughts are
                                         literal hell

                             The demons you fight
       the demons you hide

                     Are nothing but the
broken pieces
                          of your heart

                             You won't pick them up
you struggle because you fear

Fear that they will
                                  cut your mind
        not your skin

But darling
                     just so you know
       if you don't clean up your
                                                      messes
              it'll get worse from
within

That's why the demons are
                            winning
                                     they know your fear
                   they feed on it

      Still you make a
                                   fragile glass heart
for it to be
                       broken again

                               Still you hurt your
skin to free your
                      mind

                Still you spoon feed
your fear to the
                               demons you despise

                 Because you're afraid
                                      afraid of your own
goddamn mind

       Your emotions are
blue like the
        clam ocean waters

Your mind is a whirlpool
    sucking in the
blue waters you hide

            Your heart is green
like the forest that hold
                wonders within

Your mind is a wildfire
    turning it into the burning
soul of your hope

               Your eyes are golden
as they collide with the
                  sunlight

Your mind is the eclipse
             turning your eyes into brown
just like the rust that affects the strength and beauty of a metal

             Your soul is pure and white
just like a
                dove taking a flight

Your mind is a bullet
          from a hunters gun
killing the dove
     turning it black

                 Numbness is all you can feel
           if you stop your
                                mind from thinking

                It's worse than pain
that you're afraid to show

                      There's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can do
         There's nothing you can do||

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