The reality sets heavy upon her like death upon a corpse
And the pillows are salty; the tissues gone
she cools her face in cold ice water and dries her eyes
with shaking hands
She fears for her life, it's out of control
And down the drain
Faster than a tornado of shower water
she sits in the dark and sleeps no more
A knife in her hand, a pen in the other
Hunched over, with no light
She writes and writes of fears
She thought she left behind so long ago
Malevolent haunts that swoop upone her unexpecting soul
When she is so weak
Tender, vulnerable
How, she asks her self, could I become so enervated by one person?
She shivers and throws her pen across the room, and hears it clatter
Like that time, like every time before
When that ghost catches up with her
And strikes fear in her fragile heart
Always so fragile, so delicate is she when the ghost attacks
Its sharpened claws reaching out
She puts her faith in it against her better judgement
She has no one else to protect her and she can barely protect herself
So she lets the haunt embrace her again
Knowing she doesn't want it
But wants comfort, and someone
When no one else is there, the ghost comes
And takes her away
She lays her hand in its clawed limb, suddenly expecting peace
As soon as the thought forms
She feels a pain and hears a deafening roar in her ears
The nefarious traitor has sunk its claws
Deep into her flesh
And sink deeper still when she tries to pull away
Blood spurts from the wounds on her arm but
It doesn't seem to want to stop
Flowing forth from injuries of more than physical pain
Her body becomes limp, her face pallid and gaunt
Against the sharp blackness
She knows, again, that she's failed.
And the pillows are salty; the tissues gone
she cools her face in cold ice water and dries her eyes
with shaking hands
She fears for her life, it's out of control
And down the drain
Faster than a tornado of shower water
she sits in the dark and sleeps no more
A knife in her hand, a pen in the other
Hunched over, with no light
She writes and writes of fears
She thought she left behind so long ago
Malevolent haunts that swoop upone her unexpecting soul
When she is so weak
Tender, vulnerable
How, she asks her self, could I become so enervated by one person?
She shivers and throws her pen across the room, and hears it clatter
Like that time, like every time before
When that ghost catches up with her
And strikes fear in her fragile heart
Always so fragile, so delicate is she when the ghost attacks
Its sharpened claws reaching out
She puts her faith in it against her better judgement
She has no one else to protect her and she can barely protect herself
So she lets the haunt embrace her again
Knowing she doesn't want it
But wants comfort, and someone
When no one else is there, the ghost comes
And takes her away
She lays her hand in its clawed limb, suddenly expecting peace
As soon as the thought forms
She feels a pain and hears a deafening roar in her ears
The nefarious traitor has sunk its claws
Deep into her flesh
And sink deeper still when she tries to pull away
Blood spurts from the wounds on her arm but
It doesn't seem to want to stop
Flowing forth from injuries of more than physical pain
Her body becomes limp, her face pallid and gaunt
Against the sharp blackness
She knows, again, that she's failed.
