The crickle crack of the leaves Bring the sense of company Sounds like there's someone else
Ghost in the Crowd
I could swear I saw you Yesterday in a crowd But you were gone
Stalked
Rose petals scatter like blood splatter She swallows down the bile As the sickly sweet scent reaches her
Vortex
Like a whirlwind of fire The leaves blow by Coating the world
Fall
Leaves fall in disarray A chill slowly creeps in Settling subtly into the air
Stranger Danger
Hunted like prey in the night She walks briskly to her car Afraid of every shadow
Chase
Run, run, run Faster Get away
Eerie Night
A scream cuts out The silence stands witness
Unclean
Blood drips in the sink My hand will never be clean
Mute
The voices in my head Howl for attention They will not be silenced
Fragment of a Figment 