Slurred bedtime stories
Turn to sour goodnight kisses
Help me, help me
She cries out
But mama’s 5 in with 7 more to go
And daddy’s not home
Without him time seems to pass slow-
Lullabies are much sweeter laced with sugar
Than with poison
Help me, Help me
She cries out
But no one around seems to be listening
As the blood on the floor is glistening
Unconscious again a repetitive melody
To many it’d be sickening
Help me, Help me
She cries out
But mom’s chasing white rabbits
And dad’s has left
And sissy’s run away
And the home is burning down
Help me, Help me
She whispers
Because mommy’s not coherent
Daddy’s gone
Sissy’s battling robots in the stars
Everyone is missing
No one wonders what is wrong
When the record skips
When mommy slips
When she’s left crying inside
Help me, Help me
She thinks
No one knows her pain
Eating away like acid
She wears a grinning mask
So no one will ask
But inside
She still cries
Help me, help me.
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