1 March 2013
The promises died in his icy white breath He pointed at me with his fingers of death
There was something about him, the way that he moved I remembered him last year, he hadn't improved
The way that he stumbled over little things Pocket full of money, and a hand full of rings
His promises were broken His last word spoken
He pointed right at me And in his eyes I could see
A hatred so powerful, it burned his eyes bright It was easy to see in the dim light
A hatred so meaningful, I'd be killed tonight But I knew I'd do it, I'd put up a fight
His smile of beauty came out to play His lips blueing, they brought me dismay
Hips that sway in the breeze, he knew how to move He used to hold me tight and together we'd groove
But the promises died in his icy white breath And that's how I remember my death
Broken Promises • Opuss № I