It's what I don't want to feel.
It's what I want to close a
Door on,
And twist it's tenticles
In Knots.
It's what I run from
Desperately.

I can feel it reaching for me.
I can feel it breathing down
My neck.
I can feel it trying to
Seep into my soul.

I hum, and close my eyes.
I scream, and break glass
Around me.
I cry,
I laugh,
I cry some more.

Frightened by this feeling..
Frightened by a word that
I don't use freely...
Oh God..tentacles slowly
Bind my wrists..
I pray to be alone,
I pray to be.....alone.