A hand, grasping a human heart
Pulling at it from below
Making you bend inside
Stealing away your ease

No peace shall find you
Whatever path you take
A face, ever engraved upon your soul
Beside you, but afar

As you open your eyes at night
Those eyes meet you
Piercing your soul
And their owner does not know

And a voice, not theirs,
Not yours, whispers sweetly
Into your mind as you sleep.
Reminding you it's always there

Although it's owner has never been
And has never imagined to be.