A poem for death

Cutters lullaby

Go to sleep and close your eyes

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 trickling down

And wake up just before you drown

The moonlights 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 pulse and your pillow is red

Your family hates you and your friends let you bleed

Sleep tight with a knife it's all you need

Rockabye baby broken and scarred

You didn't know life would be this hard

Time to end this pain that you hid so well

And down will come baby straight back to hell