There’s a tingle in my fingers
Polarizing my spine.
My vision dims,
My ears turn tin,
And my tongue sharpens a knife.
There’s an echo in the hallway.
I think something’s alive.
There’s a scrape like teeth
Ground down on chalk
But I still can’t see it’s eyes.

The floor’s like steel shavings
Crushed into my flesh.
I hear the beast.
He shifts in pace
With my every single step.
I feel his breath upon my hand
As I reach into the shade.
I can’t recoil and
Push through the oil
Unitl his hand comes out for me.

He holds my face
Inside his hands.
I’m losing faith
In what I am.
When I pull back
It drags him free.
The shade recedes
As my throat bleeds.

And I,
I’m reviling to the beast.
And I,
I know no argument for me.
And I,
I dig my fingers into my eyes.
And I,
I let the beast crawl back inside.

I need to feel it.
I need to feel it.
I need to feel it die inside.
I need to feel it.
I need to feel it.
I need to feel it die inside.