It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.

There's no escape from the
Thing that I most fear.

It beckons to me with its
Breath drawing near.

I struggle ahead as I
Pretend not to hear.

But then it engulfs me
And I disappear.

Goodbye to the life that
Was once held so dear.

I've entered a new hell
Since the last one ran clear.

Awareness is excruciating
Year after year.

But why do I feel
When existence is sheer?

It follows me and reminds me
That I'm not really here.