Rust From My Veins

Footsteps in the hallway, breath against my neck. Every shadow knows

my name, and it's coming back. Cold ice in the corners of

the ceiling. Deader, but I feel it when I'm breathing.

Back pains, chase miles like a fever. If I stop, that voice gets

nearer. Every town, every door, same echo, every room,

same weight on my chest. Only when I'm moving do I rest.

If I linger, lose my mind. Rust from my veins,

you burned it away. Oh, Lord. In your arms,