A Shiver Down the Spine (I Am)
In darkened halls where shadows softly creep,
A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.
Through whispers thin, where phantoms tend to leap,
The chill of dread arrives with biting clutch.
In every creak and groan the silence makes,
The icy fingers trace each trembling line.
The heart jumps high and consciousness forsakes,
A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.
The ghostly grip that tightens, turns the blood,
A frozen sweat upon the furrowed brow.
The specters dance, their dread an endless flood,
Their frozen fingers trace the secrets now.
In darkened halls where shadows softly creep,
A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.
Through whispers thin, where phantoms tend to leap,
The chill of dread arrives with biting clutch.
In every echo that the night reveals,
The skin’s cold shiver twists the breath anew.
The icy tendrils grasp with ghastly zeal,
Each frightened gasp in haunted airs accrue.
In darkened halls where shadows softly creep,
A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.
Through whispers thin, where phantoms tend to leap,
The chill of dread arrives with biting clutch.
The fear encircles in its frosty dance,
And laughter in the dark sounds rather strained.
A grim jest made, where shadows dare to prance,
Yet, in this shiver, jest and fear are chained.
In darkened halls where shadows softly creep,
A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.
Through whispers thin, where phantoms tend to leap,
The chill of dread arrives with biting clutch.