Standing with 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