a cutter's lullaby

It was a symphonic lullaby
Slow and sweet
It was always there in the night with your bloody tears and the floor boards creak
The silent sobbing the things you thought you needed
A crutch, something to lean on to take it all away
But in your fabricated happiness
Your addiction came creeping and pounced grabbing your neck making you need to bleed
But how could you have seen?
Your lullaby was truly
A noiseless catastrophe