Infinitely
Far from where I stand,
Breathing down my neck,
It haunts me,
It haunts me, still.
The candle wax,
It slowly disappears,
Fades into a dream.
It haunts my,
It haunts my soul.
Cobwebs tethered thick
Around my skull.
Howling at the moon,
It haunts the,
It haunts the world.
You told me you'd be
Waiting on the train.
Miles from the station,
You're not here.
The grimaced reaper
Moving us along,
They're telling me to walk
Into the dark,
Into the dark.
