Someone said to me

"You don’t have to go on

Living with a fiend"

I told them they were wrong

I waited for the leaves

To turn the color of song

You couldn’t wait for me

Couldn’t have waited for long

It seems that you had

A thing for the moon

When I saw you last

You tore up the room

Your words were like wolves

Gnawing at wounds

We left it at that

This thing you gave to me

A sickness shaped like a bond

I can’t help feel the need

To chase you now that you’re gone

'Cause blood is sickly sweet

A howling deep from the maw

I’m waiting patiently

I know that's probably wrong

It seems that I've gained

A tastе for abuse

I know that it’s pain

Warm to the tooth

The mеmory’s like howls

A stain on the rune

I’ll leave it at that