Haunting Strangers

Cold, dark strangers walk me by,
Looking me dead in the eyes.
Their figures are sinister and hallow,
With their eyes they compellingly follow.
Haunting vigorously in my mind,
I can't decide on what I find.
They do not leave; lingering by my side,
Don't say run, because I've already tried.
Constricting my bodies shortening breath,
In the vicinity of them is overpowering death.
Surrounding me, devouring me whole.
They pilfer and obliterate my soul.
I am dead; no longer a breath,
Yet I somehow still exist; even after death.