• Candles burn slowly
    A light breeze ripples through the air
    The candles burn out

    Footsteps can be heard
    Coming closer than you know
    But whatever for?

    You can feel the touch
    You scream for the fun of it
    What else could you do?

    You soon feel nothing
    And you know you're paranoid
    But you felt the touch

    You stand there waiting
    Waiting for that touch again
    But there’s no one there