Fragile hands slowly reach from shadows,
Nails as blades at my clothes.
Fingers grasp me on the shoulder,
It grows colder.
And I know that they’re there.
Pulled back hard,
To the dark,
Creatures hack and break my heart,
Saving me,
From living,
A curse that I’ve been carrying.
Walking through the valley of the shadows,
Down the road, who knows where it goes?
Round my waist,
Can’t escape,
All memories can’t be erased.
And at my throat,
Claws as rope,
Wrap around and stop the flow.
