black-hearted365

Let's go to sleep; Close our eyes, And dream of broken butterflies That tore their wings against a thorn. We know the pain that they have borne. Silver metal, shine so bright. Scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of blood tickling down, And wake up just before we drown. The moonlight's shining off our tears, As we bleed out our own worst fears. So tonight we start to cry, And sing the Cutter's lullaby… Hushabye, baby, you're almost dead. You have no pulse and your pillow is red. You're family hates you and your friends let you bleed, Sleep tight with a knife because that's all you need. Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,