The Man Who Was Death

I stole a peacock's feather and stuck it in my eye
Blinded by beauty, I fell into her arms
And the night sung me to sleep
The day stole a nightmare where my father was an old dying man
Sitting by the riverbed on a cross, with a peacock feather stuck in his side.
I looked inside that gaping wound and saw a dream that would not sleep.
And he looked at me, and he said,

"I've married my future
I've murdered my life
Was it worth all the suffering?
Was it worth all the time?
With a million loose changes
In the pocket of my past
My world is standing still too fast."

"I've married my future
I've murdered my life
Was it worth all the suffering?
Was it worth all the time?
With a million loose changes
In the pocket of my past
My world is standing still too fast."