As I lay to sleep tonight,
a thought creeps into my mind:

If unseen disaster were to
take me from my very bed,

I could die with a smile,
for I sleep beside the one I love;

Yet surely that's such a sad thought,
that they've peddled us violence

The bloodstains are all we've known,
staining the expectations of the crowd

We devour the fear and swallow
the swords so the crowd may gasp

Too bad the sword wasn't quite right,
and the crowd can't see the pain

Until it revels before them,
invites them to dance

So we laugh and take Death's hand
as he weaves us through the fog

But who really leads who?
This dance wasn't asked, just forced

A skeletal hand locked in chains
we refuse to let ourselves see

For this is not the fate we were meant,
this overflow of pain and fear

Our demise inches closer, but
surely it wasn't written so

All we dreamed was to fly and be free,
to forget the chains and aching need

To feel the sun in our souls,
burning too close

Refusing to learn from our lessons,
and repeating it all again.