Laying in the corner,
What more can I really do?
There! a sound of silence;
The air is thick with haze.
A coppery taste with cruel sting,
Darkness seeps within it;
A bitter aroma, an alibi
I know who’s there within.
Sheer silence shrouds
And night makes a curtain
To hide
An elusive shadow;
The pearls of pain
Defined by an eerie glow.
What more can I do,
But cower in the dark?
As the steps echo closer
And never make a sound
The feet I know are moving
I’ll never hear the sound.
But they echo like a tolling bell
Cutting through the night
And I know I won’t escape them
No, not tonight.