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 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, youre almost dead
You dont have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
Your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its 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 come baby,
Straight back to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It took her, It took her away, I can look at the place, Where she lay. I miss her so much, My dearest aunt, She was sweet and good, And that is what count. She was taken by death, He is called grim reaper, And I still wonder why, He is such a seeker.
The wind,
Howls through the trees.
The night,
Is as dark as can be.
Im creeping through the forest,
To get away from everyone.
The animal inside me rages,
It just wants to run.
The change ripples through my body,
As I let the animal free.
I take off running,
Like somethings chasing me.
I fly across the ground,
Bursting with speed.
I cant control myself,
Now that the animals freed.
As soon as Im at the top of the hill,
I howl at the full moon.
Realizing that if I dont get in control,
Someones going to be dead soon.
I run all night,
Hoping morning wont come.
But soon the suns up,
And my day is done
Don't bother me
With souls to save.
I have my own agenda.
There's school to do,
Sports to play,
Important stuff to attend to.
Don't bother me
With my friend at work.
He's got his own religion.
I don't have time
to change his mind.
He'll make his own decision.
Don't bother me
With that little girl,
That girl playing in the street.
She's much too young
To understand
The Savior she could meet.
Don't bother me
With sounds I hear.
The sounds of people shrieking.
Although I wonder who they are,
Who are these people screaming?
Don't bother me
With who they are
I really don't want the blame.
Cause it's my friend
And the little girl
Who, from hell,
scream out my name.
But dont bother me..........
A howl in the night,
Cuts the silence in two,
A howl in the night,
Makes you ask who?
It is a lonely hunter,
That stands on the field,
It is a lonely hunter,
That hasnt yet killed,
A creature so big,
All covered in pelt,
A creature so big,
Whit its head high held,
A wolf on two legs,
Howls to the moon,
A wolf on two legs,
Is going to kill soon,
It is called a werewolf,
Deadly as few,
It is called a werewolf,
If just if you knew
Even a Man Who's Pure at Heart
And Says His Prayers by Night
May Become a Wolf
When the Wolfsbane Blooms
And the Autumn Moon is Bright
COMMENTS
-