that sick in my stomach a thousand years old
the one that makes me feel rash and cold
what awaits in the closet and cannot be tamed
an ancient feeling that has no name
it's a hallway that echoes alone in the dark
or a thought in my head leaving more than a mark
bringing a pain that's like a dull throb
and whisper looking for a soul to rob
isolation, a blue shiver up the spine
taller than the greatest pine
waiting all curled up in a warm bed
coming a ratatatat till your dead