She hovers over me
when I sleep, when I wake
she follows me to the supermarket
and when I\'m in the library
I can feel her eerie shadow
I can feel and see her aura
It\'s dark it\'s cold it\'s truly cold
when the light comes in through the curtains
I can hear her screams
I place my palms over my ears
but her voice, her voice is still here
and the cold, shivering I am.