The Chill of Terror (I Am)
The chill of terror, seeping into the bones,
A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan,
Unseen fingers grasping, pulling tight,
The shadows creep where sunlight’s never shone.
A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan,
The soul exposed to icy winds of dread,
The fear takes hold, it weaves through every vein,
Till warmth is just a memory, long dead.
The soul exposed to icy winds of dread,
Each breath a shiver through the freezing night,
Terror dances on the skin with icy hands,
Where darkness twists and turns, a grim delight.
Each breath a shiver through the freezing night,
The shadows blend with frost upon the ground,
A cold embrace that tightens round the heart,
Where every sound echoes a hollow sound.
The shadows blend with frost upon the ground,
An unseen chill that wraps the body tight,
A breathless cry that echoes in the void,
A dance of terror in the absence of light.
An unseen chill that wraps the body tight,
The stillness heavy with unspoken fears,
A cold that seeps and lingers in the flesh,
Turning warm breaths to vapor, full of tears.
The stillness heavy with unspoken fears,
Unseen fingers grasping, pulling tight,
The chill of terror, seeping into the bones,
A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan.
The chill of terror, seeping into the bones,
Turning warm breaths to vapor, full of tears,
A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan.