Quiet, quiet.
Its following me around
Quiet, quiet.
Please god don’t make a sound.
Hush, hush.
Soon it will be here.
Shh,shh.
Now its getting near.

It lurks on every corner,
in every nook and crack.
In everything dingy,dark and dreary,
right behind my back.

It sits upon my shoulder
and whispers in my ear
then I finally realize,
it’s a figment of my fear.

But still I see it in the alleyways,
the darkened, lamp-less street,
in my bed at night time,
hidden beneath the sheets.

I feel it in the back of my mind
the place where no one goes.
I pray that it doesn’t find you too
or it will take control.