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. Dead air but I feel it when I'm breathing. Back pains,

same smiles 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 I'm not afraid. You took my