Crawling Shadows

When shadows creep, they whisper slow. Through the cracks where secrets grow. The night won't

lie, it knows your name. And every move feels just the

same. The cold hands trace the things you lack. You can feel

your sins crawling on your back. Crawling, crawling,

creeping slow. Where you hide the dark will go. Crawling,

crawling, truth attack. You can't outrun what's on your back.

The mirror cracks, it's just a game. But the eyes inside don't look

the same. Every step, the floorboards groan. You're never quite alone,