Phantom Fathom

Forearm hair suspension Cold chills Sentimental tension Mental dill I know you there I know you feed off me It ain't fair I hear you whisper Thing's of evil ,clear Cool and calm Starts to stir If you can't talk Scratch the floor Throw a rock or Slam a door Feeling drained Aura flame ,weakened But refrained Detained and sustained Why you onto me? Go be lethargic elsewhere Stop being savage Maybe you'll find peace And not survive on entity seethes If you can't talk Scratch the floor Throw a rock or Slam a door