It burns slowly, painfully.
It chills to the bone.
It crushes your spirit
And haunts your home.

It will follow your steps
Where ever you go.
It lurks and waits
In the deepest shadow.

It's a part of you,
You're ashamed to admit.
Scan the world with your eyes,
You wouldn't see it.

It has no friends,
Doesn't travel alone,
Picks passengers on the way,
Speaks monotonous tones.

Its hot breath on your face,
You wince once more.
Pray for the day
It might walk out the door.