I told you a story of a Hero
cursed by unfair gods
doomed by his glass pride 
in his madness, he became
the murderer of the the love of his life
then wandered grass fields

And i confessed 
I'll recognise the shape 
of your face in darkness 
I'll know the light in your eyes
among thousands of spears 
when the town's being burnt 

When there's blood on corset 
but it's not mine
will you leap and run
to the door that's behind me 

I promise
the claws won't come out
until your name is talked badly 
I promise 
the monster won't attack you 

Icarus fell, Icarus fell
won't you let me
fly to the sun again?
and when someday 
will you repeat
the sun has always been there?

You wouldn't see 
me as innocent 
if you knew what I did
You wouldn't even 
dare standing next to me
if you knew what I slaughtered 

but I promise
I'll maim each chest
including mine
to never let another 
storm take you 

the poem is about how someone keeps you alive and breathing. The only face that keeps you from pulling the trigger.