World's End

There There again I see those I see you Your eyes are dark I see them Through the pitch of my room Behind me on the street The Concrete Jungle I feel your breath Cold Metallic Makes the hair on my neck rise The skin prickle Right next to my ear You whisper You breathe Just breathing No green I hear you Always there Watching Following Murmuring I know you’re there I know Close enough to grab me Steal me I feel it Faceless Save for those black eyes Moving without a sound Gliding like fog at my heels Taller than me Leaning in deep to whisper White hands Long and cold and reaching Wanting to take me Going to draw nearer Wanting it I feel you I know Always there Always close Closer Here