Velvet-Demon

Go to sleep, and close your eyes, And dream of broken butterflies That tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain thet they have borne. Silver metal, shine so bright. Scarlet blood, that feels so right. Dream of that 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: Hushabye baby, you're almost dead. You don't have a pulse and your pillow is red. Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed. Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all that you need. Rockabye baby, broke