cutters lullabye
Go to sleep and close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies
Who tore their wings against the thorn
You know the pain that they endoured
Sliver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right
Dream of the blood trickling down
And wake up just before you drown
moonlight shining off your tears
as they drown out your wirst fears
so tonight wheb you start to cry
whisper the cutters lullaby
hushabye baby your almost dead
you have no pulse and your pillow is red
your family hates you
your friends let you bleed
sleep tight with a knife cause thats all that you need
rockabye baby broken and scarred
you didnt know life would be this hard
time to end the pain you hid so well
and down youll go baby straight back to HELL
She paints a pretty picture
She paints a pretty picture,
but the story has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor,
her canvas is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture
in a color that's blood red.
While using her sharp paintbrush,
she ends up finally dead.
The pretty picture is fading
quite slowly on her arm.
Blood no longer runs through her,
she can no longer do harm.
Yes, she painted a pretty picture
but the story has a twist,
you see, her mind was her razor,
and her heart was her wrist.
Crimson blood and poison tears
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.
I don't need you anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…...
Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
The icy cold blade
The cold icy blade,running across my skin,Sending chills down my spine.Crimson blood running down my wrist,Dripping down drop by drop to the sink below me.I feel calm, and in control. The devil inside me has taken my soul.The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more. My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my heart pounds faster.I wake up the next day groggy, confused.People pounding on the bathroom door.My brain pounding in my head.I put on my best face,Because they can't know,They won't know. I'll find an excuse, for everything.And their world will be fine.No matter if mine is a living hell.they'll never know. Until it's to late.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.07.2014
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