Lullaby

Lullaby

Kiss me.
Whispers of the faded, those bittersweet lullabies, those
Sirens of death. Do not listen, they told her, do not
Bother them with your mediocre attention.
They do not need it.

Embrace me.
Each corpse tells a story, a story made
Not for your ears. Though they know you will listen anyway,
For you are one of them. Did you not
Wonder why they never taught you to share?

Know me.
Dusty secrets, coated in age, like
Fairy wings. Touch them, they shatter.
Watch and listen, but never learn.
Promise me you’ll never learn.

Hurt me.
What is pain? You never knew,
Just as we intended.
You always liked to ask questions, you liked
To try things for yourself.
Tainted youth and crimson sleeves,
And blood on your shirt collar.

Kill me.
Listen to our lullabies, let the current
Wisk you away. Hold my hand, and we’ll
Learn how to fly. Down, like the fairies,
Into our sweet, bloodied paridise.

Sing with us…