Deaths Counterpart
Alone in the darkness stabbing thoughts through my head
Wasting away on fragments of the words you never said
Killing time to drown the dreams we held so close to heart
Disregarding Love; Death's Counterpart.
His body like a painting holds the lies on his lips
He leaves them in the open, waiting, watching you slip
Still misperceived by eyes of the interpreter
He smiles, and lets us all fall.
His ideology resides in blood
Taking from the weary, and he'll never get enough
Drinking souls like wine, and a taste for flesh
But once he's sucked the world dry, we're all laid to rest.
Six feet deep in memories that wrap their fingers around my throat
They bare their glass-stained teeth and leave me again alone
Standing alone in the darkness with the Banshee's Kiss
I begin to understand, I am truly...
