I draw with silver and it turns red.

Magic.

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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, it feels so right,

Dream of that blood trickling down,

And wake up just before you drown,

The moonlight's shining off you 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 hid so well,

And down will come baby,

Straight back to hell.