The Haunting

A chilly prescence,
Haunts my every move.
Following me through these darkened halls,
A quiet voice that calls.

My heart pounds in fear,
Looking for something that isn't there.
I cannot move around,
I can feel something coming abound.

Fear paralyzes me,
As the air grows colder still.
An ominous taste to the air,
A darkness none can compare.

I quiet my breath,
Hoping they may pass me by.
Yet closer they come,
Closer they come.

Tears run down my face,
Quiet gasps of ill fate.
How can I fear that which is not there?
How can I fear the haunting despair?

Whispering prayers of hope,
Please God save me from here.
It comes closer still,
So cold,
So scared,
So deadly,
So much fear.
My death comes near,
The haunting prescence that kills so dear.