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.
Sliver metal, shines so bright.
Scarlet blood, that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down.
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears as you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry whispers the cutters lullaby.
Hush a bye baby, your almost dead. You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red.
