Standing whit my enemies. Hung on my horns. With haste and reverie. Killing with charm. Only happy when you hurt. Only deadly in a swarm. Only healthy in the dirt. Only empty in your arms. I play I'm sick and tame. Drawing the hordes. I wait and show the lame. The meaning of harm. The skulls beneath my feet. Like feathers in sand. I graze among the graves. A feeling of peace. Only bending when you break. Only feeding when you're cold. Only healing when you ache. Only feeling when you don't