There is a hint of a dance technique in death,
a certain design to the whole dying process,
first your insides slowly die off,
and your soul seems to be so cold.
Then your exterior starts to slowly decay,
which leaves your skin looking rotted,
your hair starts falling out little by little,
and your teeth fall out two by two.
The dance design is showing,
two by two; like dance steps,
you're learning the dying process,
little by little; you're learning.
Your death dance is halfway over with,
your knees are beginning to weaken,
your bones are so fragile; like paper,
and eyes are fading so fast; like a candle.
You lift your hands to finish the dance,
you see that blade so close at hand,
you hear the blade's sweet song,
as it enters your black heart.
You made a melody for the song,
as you run that blade into your heart,
you've made your death dance complete,
and that blade was music for your death.
