Death Dance:

Here we are upon a broken path. Underneath a moon so full. Within a sky that's painted Black! Come on, follow me. See my scars start to bleed. Bones start to crack as my flesh starts to rapidly decay. Here I am walking to my grave. This is my death dance. Look at my hands. Look inside my mind. You will find them both covered in my burial dirt. Take a look around. No shovel to be found. For I have dug my own grave with my bare hands. Cause I feel like giving up. I try, and try, and try and nothing ever works. Darkness in my cup. Watch it overflow. Darkness in my head. Just like poison, made me dead. Trauma in my life. It only grows. I took my pain and put it in a coffin. Yet somehow, still it shows.