Kayoyáw Muks Wiyonah

I hear it Its rushing around me and tearing me up now I feel it Caressing my skin as it drinks from my mind I see it In shadows in corners, in passing the mirrors its taking me over and pinning me down Stirring my blood with the touch of a sound Its watching each move that I make getting ready to take me Its waiting Keeping me right on the edge of the night Its grinning Carving its scene on the back of my eyelids the breath on my neck feel the sweat rolling down Given my soul to the touch of a sound