• A hint of bloodlust lingers in your eyes.
    I look into them, I look deep inside.
    They glisten with hate, and I twinge in fear.
    Is there no sign of life for me here?
    I question myself as I question this.
    Is mortality real or just a cruel trick?
    If I cut myself open , will blood pour out?
    If I break myself, will my death leave doubt?
    I look to the skies for an answer to hold
    They turn me away, now vengeance is cold.
    And in the distance, I hear a beckoning call.
    It draws me in, hypnotizing my all.
    I become a part of this trance.
    Waltzing along in a vehement dance.