Thunder down the hallway,
Ain't no use in running when the footsteps on the floors,
Funny how the light flickers as I wish he'd hit me watch my nose as it pours,
His footsteps echo and I feel myself, not matter where I cower, in his way,
My hollowed breaths sting the dark,
As I dare not flutter them close just to find myself in even murkier Grey's,
I'll deny it but I'm still stuck inside my head,
I hear them still stalking in the hallway.