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
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