This life is a song
A Cutter's Lullaby
The things we sing as we look in the mirror
But can't look in our own eyes
This life is a car wreck
A mess of broken glass and blood
That we mourn for forever
As we mourn for our lost love
This life is a dream
Of the sick and twisted kind
A nightmare more than ever
In this awful frame of mind
This life is a knife
Stabbing right to the heart
With blood gushing from my wounds
As I lay alone in the dark
This life is a song
That plays as you die
So sinful and so sweet
The Cutter's Lullaby
For Libran Poetess
Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutter-s-lullaby-2/
