He always walks beside me
From north to south till east to west
Fearing me to pass my crunches,
Scaring me from walking on the grey-black floor
He stays in the mind of mine
To scotch the seductive dreams of mine
His thought tickles my spine
Turning it from spunky to blue funk
Making the body shiver
As if giving me a sense of what is fear?
He engulfs the miniature fire
Travelling through my nerves
Giving them the burning sensation,
Melting it down to sweats.
Trembling shakes my body,
With the cold creeps popping out from the melting flesh.
My mouth shuts with the water stopping before wetting the throat
When he makes me realise that death isn’t far from me.