trust in me, she whispers from the walls
hush little baby she sings
her petticoats rustle through redecorated halls
she loves little babies and little babies love her
she continues to play the angel
she smiles and calms the damned
sugar in the shine, but the shine is shady
the darkness hums
the darkness comes
hands in hell, this house encourages heady hexes
understand this upside-down,
she undies with every fresh, tender reaping
hush little baby she sings
her phosphorescence fades
she wears darkness
she calls herself mother
she shines with sugar promises
she takes those that can’t be replaced
the baby cries
the baby dies
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