My nursery rhyme
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 born.
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's shining off your tears,
As you bleed out your own worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry,
Whisper the cutter's 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 hide so well,
And down will come baby,
Straight back to hell.
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lust, greed, glutony, and sloth these are four of the seven deadly sins yet quiet a few people fill these emotions daily and over half of the people that do fill it give in.