This Is Your Life

Its the eyes of the animal
That look at you
Wanting to feed
From a soul so true

Its the fangs of the monster
That want to bite
To sip the blood
That shimmers bright

Its the lips of the lover
That want to kiss
To make you feel
Such wicked bliss

Its the voice of the reaper
That wants to speak
To tell you your death
Will be the one he shall reap

It is the scythe
He shall aim so high
There is no more time
To say goodbye

It is the wings
That shall sprout from your back
Not angel feathers
But those of the bat

And it is the fire
You shall finally see
And a part of them
You'll eventually be