It hugs the floorboards
Until the dust should rise
And you go walking by
It floats right by your eyes
It seeps through cracks
Like winds from a distant land
Attracted to what’s alive
It tightens it’s ghostly hand
It’s crippled by it’s need
Still life and spilled blood
Like poison in your brain
It makes your thoughts thick as mud
It finds that moment
It can smell your soul is weakened
Like an ancient demon round your neck
It sinks it’s teeth in
It crawls on the floorboards
Scratches paint off the walls
Blackens your heart
It awakens as the night falls


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