It...

It's coming for me.
I can feel It ever closer,
hot, sticky breath
on the back of my neck.
Cold hands grabbing mine,
even as I flinch away.
I shudder. It laughs.

I wish I knew.
I wish I knew...

It's always there.
I know it.. I can feel It.
Always watching,
always always.
It feeds on my fears,
and drinks on my sadness.
I feed it.
It feeds on me.

I wish I knew.
I wish I knew...

I turn on my music,
louder, louder,
trying to ignore It
as It sits. Watching.
Talking. Confusing.
Trying to make me slip
and fall.
Fall. One last time.

I wish I knew.
I wish i knew...

Please, can't you make It...
make It go away?!
I shut my eyes
to the dark surrounding me.
But nothing is stopping
the screaming in my mind.
I scream, and feed It.
It feeds on me.

I wish I knew.
I wish I knew...