Standing with

my enemy

Hung on my horns

With haste

and reverie

Killing with charm



Only happy when you hurt

Only deadly in a swarm

Only healthy in the dirt

Only empty in your arms



I play,

I'm sick and tame

Drawing the hordes

I wait,

and show the lame

The meaning of harm

The skulls

beneath my feet

Like feathers in sand

I graze

among the graves

A feeling of peace



Only bending when you break

Only feeding when you're cold

Only healing when you ache

Only feeling when you don't



Only bending when you break

Only feeding when you're cold

Only healing when you ache

Only feeling when you don't