Followed

Being followed
hidden feet creep in the dark shadow underworld
feel the footsteps echo through my bones, fear unfurled
just a few steps behind
as silhouette outlines
peer out through window blinds
I feel their yellow menacing eyes
vicious spies, looking through my soul like x-ray minds  
feel their piercing gaze find mine
as I take another step

The clouds fall over me now
like funeral shrouds, I bellow out
I can taste the dead air sickly on my lips
I hear the dead words spoken in whispers on winds that whip
the frigid cold touches my soul
fingers of ice from the tree of life
now dying in the cold

Searching for a miracle in a mountain of pain
all whilst the shifting sounds gain ground
I hear that alarm again
I press the snooze button on the noise that pounds
doze through the daze, a shady haze that just passes days
frozen in space
no stars to see in the sunlight
no moon to guide my way
no storm clouds to run from
no downpour to ignore
just a rumble in the ground
an earthquake of thoughts
that are trying to shake out of my mind
into this air that we find
do I stop running and turn to face
180 spin
directly in place to embrace
what may begin

Being watched across an empty room
blank eyeholes stare, into my chest
my empty heart shaped tomb
a whispered warning
a new day is coming,
better be there for the dawning
the world needs reforming
will you be performing
will we be part of the show
will tomorrows sun shine bright
Or will the rain turn to tears that flow

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.