Dance Of The Dead

She spins on razor blades
On the tips of her feet
Dances her dance
Of the soulless meat
Her dress is black as night
But we all wear red
In earnest celebration
Of blood we no longer shed
Razor blades tap softly
Upon the cold dark floor
We dance around
Can't speak, or dear ask for more
Our lips sewn shut
With mortuary thread
We will tell no secrets and speak no lies
Just spin, dancing our dance of the dead
Cold corpses rotting
Eyes darken
Chilled skin spotting
The dead don't see the dark
Just a new kind of light