It follows

It follows me. The dim light. I'm afraid,
Don't show me what I'm afraid to see.
Don't shine the love on me.
Hidden by the rain's urgency
pounding on the soul fervently.
I've gotta abandon my words to be free.
Because I'm bound to the nouns that abandoned me.
My feelings are the claws that grip my throat.
Breaths creaking on the rusty hinge, I am her ghost.

I don't fear death,
I fear the waiting room where all us skeletons are kept.
Life is ether, death the hum fading in the speakers.
I've come to far to be a truth seeker,
I know the truth in the reflection of my shadow as the lights flicker.
I know the pain as the lump in my throat gets bigger.
It follows me.