As You Lay Me Down To Sleep

And as you lay me down to sleep,
my tattered body is yours to keep,
the open wounds that you have made,
is all that's left of my remains.

So as you lay me down to sleep,
I pray that you are suffering,
and as my eyes begin to close,
I spell truth in the words that crawl out my throat.

And I shall die before I wake,
left with not even my soul to take,
for in your hands lies what is left,
of the broken girl in her dirty dress.

So as you lay me down to sleep,
not much is left for us to see.
But as I die before I wake,
I pray your soul is mine to take.