With Me

I turn my back and it is gone
yet I can still feel it holding on
I turn the lights off and it's there
just waiting to sit and stare

I can feel it behind me and all around me
this, this thing that never seems to go
why won't it leave!?
why did it choose me to which its presence must overflow?

I see it in whisps like something of a dream
although strangely I never want to scream
I feel it and I know it is there just waiting
and yet it is not the thing that I am hating

It is there and it almost never leaves
it is there and it seems to calm and bring me ease
am I just as bad as this thing?
why not fear and tremble it bring?

Have I grown so cold this monster I befriend?
could this be it, my heartless end
the proof that there is nothing there
not any love, not any care?

This monster it is with me
its shadow I see
it brings me comfort for my heart
although the coldness has already began to start