Close your eyes Little Lamb
Follow our voices as they sing your song
We promise you no harm,
Come to a place we like to play.
Come along Little Lamb,
They await our little parade
A place so warm you'll never want to wake
So please follow us
Come, Lamb
This is our home
It's sheltered and secure
The butcher plays our tune
So please, Lamb
Continue to follow us
We know what is best for someone
So small and confused as you
The butcher, he's nice
He'll carry you to happy times
We promise it'll all be over soon
Do not cry out
My sweetness, my Lamb
No more pain for you
We'll bury your thoughts,
Hold them high before we can bury you
And the people will enjoy your gifts
Go to sleep now Lamb,
The day is at end,
And it's your time to finally,
Finally rest.
YOU ARE READING
Depression and Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I write and publish. All of these poems are mine. WARNING: These may trigger some self-harmers. If you use any of these, please give credit to me as I wrote all poems published on this account. Exception: 'Cut...
