Standing with my enemies
Hung on my horns
With haste and reverie
Killing with charm
Only happy when you hurt Only empty in your arms
Only healthy in the dirt
Only deadly in a swarm
I play, I'm sick and tame
Drawing the hordes The meaning of harm
I wait, and show the lame
I graze among the graves
Like feathers in sand
The skulls beneath my feet
A feeling of peace Only feeding when you're cold
Only bending when you break
Only feeling when you don'tOnly healing when you ache.
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