Broken Butterflies

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 that blood frickling 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, broken and scarred. You didn’t know that life would be this hard.

Time to end the pain that you hid so well. And down will come baby, straight back to hell


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