At Your Back

Scrape across the window pane.
Haunting sounds come to strike again.
Feeling terror rise from somewhere too close by.
Tendrils appearing to dance on the surface of your mind.

Gripped by a death stare.
Can’t escape what is not there.
Paralysed while lying still.
Down to the depths you will take this.

Knock upon this fragile shell.
Desecration rings like a tolling bell.
Upon the crooked altar this future is written.
No hope to feel this state known as smitten.

Gripped by a choke hold.
Can’t escape until all is told.
Paralysed without sight.
Down to the depths you’ll feel fright.

Writhing in cold sweats.
Begging to get out of this.
But the more you struggle the worse it gets.
Until in the end it all comes crashing…

Down on your pretty head.
Fracturing your every moment.
Spilling out secrets that should be kept.
These pieces of you now used as weapons.

Gripped by your own hell.
Can’t escape to be well.
Paralysed and feeling small.
Down in the depths you won’t hear anything at all.

Slimy sense that good is bad.
Convinced yourself that happiness cannot be had.
Spent so long staring into the void,
You think light is something that corrupts.

We your friends offer our hands.
Take them and we’ll help you stand.
Its the least that we can do.
After all you’d do it for us too.

So don’t give up, you hear us say.
You can make it through the next day.
And we will be right alongside.
There is space for more than one on life’s unpredictable ride.