Why do you follow me?
Places you should not be,
Faces you should not see.
You wrap your stiff arms around frost bitten shoulders;
Shoulders that once warmed me.
You creep into the most unsuspecting of places,
Slithering and seething with sorrow.
Does she shadow you too?
Is that why you trail me, so unrelenting?
Must we seek solace together in this life?
Maybe your grip is something I cannot escape.
For you are strong and rigid in your hold,
Maybe the only thing that’s ever held me so tightly.
To fight may be useless.
To try and shine may be worthless.
So seep into my veins,
Stop the red life from flowing.
Pull me down into your lair.
Where light does not shine,
And breath is not seen.
I thought the cold had always followed me,
But, maybe that’s who I’m meant to be…