I fell as if I'm being watched,

Watched through the cracks,

Through the walls,

Watched while I sleep.

The hairs on my neck,

Stand on end,

But when I turn around,

No one is there.

The halls are empty,

The street bare,

The cars vacant,

No one is there.

But still the feeling remains,

I know someone is there,

I know you are hiding,

Hiding in the shadows.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Why is it me you follow?

Where is it you hide?

~Jolyn