Its not the blood dripping from the bites
Its not the emptiness


A single thought that you cant stop rethinking
It grows and it lurks, it hurts
A memory blanched in bleach,
it changes colours when you're not watching


And it follows you into a different grey room
and sneaks up on you when you're all alone
In the harsh rain, you cant see it and you cant fight it
Its a familiar scent, something itching behind your eyelids


All accumulating in a corner you'll never watch
Sneaking on all the floorboards that wont creak
Hiding in plain sight