In my sweetest of dreams

I watch you wither and scream


At night

In my bed

I close my eyes,

And think about you,

And the sound of your voice.

And thats what helps me sleep.

Your screams are my favourite lullaby

In a perfect little town, there was a perfect little suburb where lived happy families in colourful little houses.
On those streets, laughing children were playing catch and excited dogs would roll about in the grass.
And under these blue skies and white fluffy clouds were houses surrounded by green lawns just the right size to contain their happiness and love.