They keep clawing Sinking their claws into the cold and dry dirt of their graves Hissing and seething with mourning They touch my feet yet I kick them away I do not know if I can keep them at bay At night, I feel them tugging at my legs Licking my calves and gently gnawing on my legs Their claws tickle my legs and keep me awake at night They whisper that they only wish to lick my tears away But I know better I know what they do to my mind at night When I let them hold me in their miserable arms When I let them lick my tears and leave burning trails I know what it's like to cry myself to sleep at night