Black Black eyes, black lips, black nails. We’re dancing a slow dance. Kiss of ash, my tongue fails, at the sharp blade of romance Tongue of ash catches dropfrom sharp and bloody steel. We’ve danced too long to ever stop, it’s time for a broken mind to heal. Black stare could shatter stone. Black knife rests - white body prone. Dark angels watch the play below Black soul wants to die young, Black lips smile when dark tonguetastes the wine from your kind Crimson tongue catches dropfrom nails like razorbladesthe dance is done, the game is wonit’s time for a broken heart to feel