Eerie

Dreadful? Dreary...

Dreadful, dreary
Everything feels so eerie.

Walking, waiting
I should be hesitating.

Back & fourth, the trees
flow from up above.

Silently chatting amongst themselves.
Snicker, snicker, the whispers grew louder.
Now no longer quiet screams.

Dreadful, dreary
Everything still so eerie.

Racing, breathless, no where left to turn.
Not until you feel the pain, the desire, the burn.

Walking, waiting.
Still not hesitating.

Muffled, maniac
My head fills with all sorts of panic.

If the light shall rise & let me see.
Then only the darkness will reap such a tragedy.

Walking, waiting
Never hesitating.

Dreadful, dreary.
This will always stay eerie.