I feel the paranoia growing.
Chewing and clawing at my sanity.
I feel your eyes burning into my back.
And I know you're reading this right now,
hiding in the shadows.
I fear things I can't see.
Maybe it's all in my head,
my irrational fear.
I have my back against a wall,
so I can see all corners of this hell.
I hug my knees.
For I am small and weak compared to my fears.
The shadows breath...
whisper...
swallows me in its unholy fullness.
Tell me...
Why?
Why must it be me you haunt?