The Haunting
Creeping, silently through the halls Raising the hair on the back of my neck to full attention Heart, racing like a horse on the tracks. The breath falling out of my heavy chest, weighted Deepened It was then I realized for the first time I went to bed without you I crawled into sheets that seemed cooler without your extra warmth and I have ice inside my veins now Delicate girl he said you'd never hold it together Even though you moved mountains to clear his path to your heart to your soul You were his vessel, to pour his sorrows in all the things he couldn't take about himself he gave them to you so he could walk on like nothing was wrong. He walked on like nothing was wrong. All the dust he gathered on his travels settled inside your lungs and this is why it's so hard to breathe I think.