Hush now, the room was made of gentle things Dust-lit air and quiet wings Blanket forts and paper crowns No knives cutting, no falling down My little bear with cotton breath Fuzzy hands, squeezed tight, untouched by death Small enough to hold at night Safe beneath a stitched-up sky Beyond your fabric Held together with thread Something was breathing Under the bed (It always waits) (It always knows) (It learned my name) (It followed close) You were the shape of comfort next to my pillow A faded little guardian only children know But time left marks (marks remain) where all the sweetest things began And now there’s scars where innocence once lived (innocence lost) Morning used to bloom in gold Now it cuts and bites with cold Every truth I could not see Has teeth..... EATING ME (No more nursery walls) (No more lullaby lies) (This world has iron jaws) (Not all survive) Still I reach for what once held me Soft and silent, small and still (That broken thing won’t save me) (All I can do is bleed and kneel) (And bleed) (And kill) You were the shape of comfort next to my pillow A faded little guardian only children know But time left marks (marks remain) where all the sweetest things began And now there’s scars where innocence once lived (innocence lost) I held my stuffed bear close And watched it come apart I thought we were safe THE WORLD TORE OUT MY HEART Rip the thread Tear the seam Nothing stays The way it seemed The gentle world was never built to last Only built to keep you still Only built to break you slow Only built to make you kneel before the kill the world takes it scars it grinds away who you are You were the shape of comfort next to my pillow A faded little guardian only children know Now X’d-out eyes in the looks you give (dead eyes) Softness sacrificed, learning to live (learning to live) My room is gone This night is rot I try to keep What's soft beneath a knot SURVIVE survive
