The benevolent souls I once knew and adored Have twisted into something born of malevolence Where has their love gone?
Best not to cross a ghost Out and about on Halloween night You could experience quite a fright, Maybe the worst of your short mortal life
Trace along the murky bloodlines, Dip your fingers in the thick crimson liquid, Maybe you'll feel where the venom first seeped in
But perhaps, we can achieve eternity Through the memories and hearts Of our loved ones
Pain doesn't simply dissipate, Even if you label it as imaginary