"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've endured.
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 shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your 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 pillows red.
Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife, cause that's all you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred.
You didn't know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain you hid so well.
And down you go baby,
Straight back to hell."
Ray—The funniest thing was, me and Sky used to sing this all the time when we would just lay in bed. We never knew it was an actual poem, we never bothered checking it out. It was just.. us.