I want to prove Death doesn't exist.
Succeed in making it bleed
Make it leave everyone alone
Kick in its hollow eyes
Rip away its drapes and shrouded cloth
Punch away it's aching bones
Smash in its diamond skull
While I'm left starry eyed
I will stamp on its black pet
A serpent or cobra of deadly bite
Chimera of decay
A boot serving as its last victim of sight.

Oh if I could just say it how it is
I could have danced with a ghost
I can see beyond the twisting veil
It's writhing silk and foggy matter
Seducing and covering over what there is to see
As I held the corpse in front of me
Rotten and shattered
It's true soul passes away
It's funeral years ago
It's form slipping away from my fingers
The sun-drenched façade of heavens face
Ebbs away and becomes a winters grave
thus I saw Death's hubris
in its fashioned curse

I could almost see the dark angel
As it fled into my heart