Grey Tone Soul

I feel like something is crawling around inside my head
something with a mind of it's own, but with words unsaid
I catch an occasional glimpse of it out the corner of my eye
it's always with me - always nearby

could be the memory of you lingering in my mind
the good time we had and the bad intertwined
manifested is this paranoiac state you left be behind
something malignantly designed

I sense it in the day of light and see it late at night
though still out of my width of sight
waiting for a chance to stab a knife in my back
and give me my long over due anxiety attack

I wonder what to do
while I'm thinking about you
feeling like the living dead
listening to your words spoken inside my head