These shadows that follow me
know my wane
For they can see my sadness
Feed on my low
Fill the emptiness in my head
Leave me for cold
Stone the dead

In my life all blood runs black
Not from fear nor fright
Just the cold that has become me
My shadows
Every night

My day is all a sleepwalk
This zombie way through life
If only I had the living
I'd bite
I'd scream
I'd write  

For my quill is all but broken
Black ink so far from wet
I'm waiting for the shadows
This book I know is read