I feel them watching me
they reach out to grab
as I turn from the vision
without a sound
they follow me home
they follow me down
to the recess of my mind
I show them how
I reach out to touch
my hand closes on thin air
I see them fade
they disappear
laugh at me from the dark
they taunt and persuade
tell me to join the dark
and follow their parade
I shy away from their play
but the haunting music remains
and I see the horror
born on stage