He was just a man, then the vampire.

regrets collect like old friends
here to relive your darkest moments
i can see no way, I can see no way
and all of the ghouls come out to play

The vibrations reverberate deep inside
to a core
Pounding echoes chill the facade
Silence casts a shadow of doubt
perhaps remorse

A good ghost is alive in the moment, undead to the observant and reborn for the certain.

and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but I like to keep some things to myself
i am done with my graceless heart
so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart

the ghost resides in a coffin of her own making
paralyzed like the dead for half a year
the door locked, key thrown away
she tricked herself into solitary isolation, a state of invisibleness
drawing comparisons to the certifiable and undeserving

a protest commences
then rises up to burst out,
and with decisive acceleration, the ghost kicks that fucking coffin wide open.

i said, hey girl with one eye
get your filthy fingers out of my pie
i said, hey girl with one eye
i'll cut your little heart out cause you made me cry