Each night has grown colder
The bitter winter wind with no symbolence of summer
My body grown numb
Anxious and tired with the torn up pages
From a novel about a ghost and a wishing well
I wish you well
But this night is forever
The indeterminant darkness and my somnolence persisting
My mind, my weariness
Hopeless with the frozen color of loss
And the feeling of losses despair
What is lost beyond repair

If you love something
Let it go
If it comes back to you
You'll know
I loved you
And so I had to
I let you go
Knowing you were never coming back

I feed off of the blood
And now as a living dead
I can look in the mirror
But I can't see myself anymore
I howl at the moon
I roam through the night
With a knife in my chest
And the thought of a last goodbye