Hush, Little Baby, Dark Lullaby

Hush, little baby. Don't you cry. Every fucking night's gonna be all

right. Shadows crawl slow from the corners. Whispering sleepers are never right.

The walls breathe in and out like lungs sighing with a cold delight.

They've memorized your heartbeat, child. They hum it softly every night.

The floorboards creak in crooked rhythm. Whispering lullabies, a song that moon once taught

the stars. A tune that makes the daylight die. Your windowpane grows

frost like veins, tracing maps of places lost. Follow them with trembling fingers,

but every path demands a cost. The curtains sway without a breeze as if they're