Conceptual Darkness

Dancing with conceptual darkness In a white dress stained with a dead love Behind the partners eyes lies the truth Which is nothing more than insanity That grins and laughs at a woman's loss Oh for it was those very eyes Eyes she first looked upon and saw weakness Reflecting back Knowing not of those dark desires And she was broken through those nightmares Each stare Each dream More intense More desperate Much stronger Until a young will lost to an old fear For a power like this comes with a price And that's all he ever wanted Her wish was only to defeat him Through any sacrifice Even her own humanity In exchange to the very enemy She lost it all Insanity is never a kind sword With the blood in her hands and her soul in his The woman forgot her battles Came to dance with the very thief And drifted into silhouette Oh he made her stronger For the both believe they won Alas unbeknownst she moves without a pulse Forever dancing with that conceptual darkness