They keep on chasing me.
Following my sound waves,
Gathering the fear within my mentality
Haunting my nightly dreams
They lay aside me every night.
They cling to my cheeks and soak into my skin
My burning pores can't even contain them
These wretched memores of
The spirits fill my lungs
My heartbeat keeps ticking, ticking
Causing vibrations to run through my veins
My heavy body is shaking,
It quivers on with the shade
The shadows contain your breaths:
inhale, exhale, inhale -
My sheets cling to me,
Like a new skin they form unto me
Stretching, elastic thoughts keep forming
The ghosts seem to be reminding me.
They dance around my feet,
And sing me to sorrow.
Your voice hides beneath the mattress,
It echos through my marrow
The scratching at my window,
It leaves for restless shock
The webs that drape this stale tomb
Cannot seem to grasp the insanity
My throat aches of fear
My core turns into granite
Lacking energy, rotting my soul
All these cries for help;
My lungs seem to squeeze out the last one
woowoo. update: craving custard kit-kats and listening to ingrid michaelson.