Pain strikes, dagger sharp
Like needles penetrating through my heart.
A knife carving, digging deep
I yell, then I weep.
Am I dying
Alone in this gloom?
This blackness, coldness
Alone with my thoughts
Within the walls of my room.
It creeps
As I sleep
A chill running down my spine
A floating figure
A ghostly whine.
\"Hello, who\'s there!?\"
My voice answers me back
\"It is I!\"