Deathwaltz

A semblance of truth, this semblance of me
Strikes such a chord, it deafens my ears.
Keep your head on, collect yourself
It's all I can do to assemble myself.

The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
With eagerness as the sickle reaps.
I feel blood feathers, spike their way,
The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades.

A terrible thing, this terrible love.
It's all that I have, it's all that I am.
Let the knives out, hidden within,
I'll wash you away with all of my sins.

The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
With eagerness as the sickle reaps.
I feel blood feathers, spike their way,
The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades.