Pretty little girl,

Her big blue eyes,

Wide and full of wonder,

Drinking in the universe,

So bright, so inviting,

A canvas of untouched light.

A world where she saw,

Nothing but laughter and skies unbroken,

She didn’t notice the shadows,

Curling crudely at the edges,

Or the monsters, slipping,

Past the light.

She thought they only lived,

Beneath her bed, and in her closet,

Whispering from the darkened corners.

She thought beneath the blankets,

She was shielded from it all,

But how could she know,

Demons were everywhere.

They had already crawled inside her.

Pretty little girl,

All grown up now.

Big blue eyes faded to gray,

A mirror for the storm that rages,

As she dissolves like mist.

She used to dance with the sunlight,

Now she lingers in the dark.

A fragile shadow of who she was.

Does she remember the first crack?

The moment the universe split,

And the darkness poured through?

Pretty, pretty girl,

All the beauty is dead and gone.

She stares into the void,

And the void stairs back,

As if it’s always known her name.

The monsters live inside her,

They were born within her bones,

Sleeping quietly beneath her skin,

Patiently waiting to sculpt her,

Into her own worst enemy.

Oh, silly girl,

Whose big blue eyes have seen so much,

Death and darkness, her weary heart,

Carries the weight of 1000 yesterday’s.

She’s picked 1000 roses,

But they’ve all withered in her hands.

Hands that have caused so much sorrow,

Her hands are the death of tomorrow.

She thought she was the hero,

But the villain wore her face.

Pretty girl who hates herself,

Such a beautiful disgrace.

Pretty little girl,

Who carved herself into nothing,

The monsters loved her to pieces,

They are her shadow now,

And she is their keeper.

Tell me, pretty girl,

When you close your eyes at night,

Do you still dream of beauty and freedom?

Or do the shadows cradle you,

Singing lullabies you can’t unhear?

Pretty little darling, Say good night,

To the monsters beneath your bed,

To the demons in your head.

Cover your ears, but you’ll still hear,

The monsters til you’re dead.