Testo Victim

Something is tracing me,
Chasing and trailing me.
Panic within me,
Horror around.

Someone is reaching me,
Grazing and leaving me.
I hear it around me, Sense it within.

This is my final fear
Testing like blood in me.
Terror and fright in me,
Hands on my neck.

Keeping a hold on me,
Cold hands, the claws in me,
Paralysing, haunting me,
Keeping me down.

Through the silence of my panic,
The deepest voice, the final ache.
Through the cold and bitter calmness, A call in trembling rage.

How much can you take!