The cold night air kisses my neck
As I stare coolly into this mirror
Someone so distant stares back
Although Ive looked at her year after year
I stare deep into her black eyes
Searching for answers to everything
How do you live this life
When you don't know if the morrow death will bring
My fingers wander along the cold glass
Tracing along the faint whisper of my face
Then to the things that condemn my fate
For sweet blood is their only taste
A silvery tear rolls down my cheek
Down the skin of pale white
What if you want to die
But you don't know how to give up the fight
My stare softens as my image fades
Looking into glass with no reflection left to see
I turn my back and try to run
Because this beast is what has become of me
