The Lullaby That Un-names You
Some songs don’t soothe—they erase.
By Jason “Jay” BenskinPublished 8 months ago • Updated 8 months ago • 1 min read

Credit: r/drawing • 2024 Silver_shadxw
At midnight, the bell tolled.
She heard the lullaby again—soft, sweet, wrong.
Not from lips, but from the walls.
A child wept beneath her bed, but no child lived there.
Paralyzed, she watched shadows drip from the ceiling, pooling into a shape with no face.
It crawled over her, humming.
Her mouth opened, but no scream came.
Cold fingers dug into her chest—not for blood, but for memory.
Mother. Father. Her own name—gone.
She forgot why she was crying.
Then it smiled, and she understood.
The lullaby wasn't ending.
It was her turn to sing.


Comments (3)
Creepy as hell.
Oh my god this is the nope poem... that is terrifying wtf... I admit I'm a horror fan but there's some real psychological stuff going on there. Honestly though, I love this. The working in of an almost fairy-tale structure whilst also being downright terrifying, using the innocence of a 'lullaby' to misdirect the reader and the character and the way in which the narrative doesn't really end - it's all brilliant.
Made me shiver nice one 🌻🌻🌻🌻