Breathe   A faceless one roams for my soul   The air is dense behind me   It follows, brooding, a presence that clamours for   And strikes at my soul   Shadows slant, the darkness clings and coiled   Hiding in corners it conjures none but fear   Yet my muted children testify, the everlasting   Not a sound to my ears yet my spirit is defeated   By cacophonous chatter   It follows and strikes at my soul   It follows   Give me silence   Why can I never rest from this aloof pursuer?   Please give me my peace   A wavering shadow   I wake to find it looming   Touched but never held   Its hand stops my breath   I am mourning, my eyes are stained   I feel his sacred tears upon me   His sobs strike against my heart   The faceless, haunts me   Scared but perfect and beautiful   I see the face of...   Lashed with my every burden   The air is dense before me   I cannot deny   But can I embrace?