Tonight as we sleep,
When we aren’t making a peep.
Let’s dream of all the little broken things,
Pretend we are butterflies with solid wings.
Wish for things to become right,
As we sleep in the night.
While most sleep without a sound,
I toss and turn ’round.
My mind is filled with a nightmare,
Though no one really seems to care
Please kill me I start to yell,
I know I am going straight to hell.
The man with horns sounds the alarm,
Here comes everyone that’s ever done harm.
I then wake up without a breath of air,
But then again no one will care.