fog

I've been up at night 

In the darkest room I could find 

Knocking on wood

Holding my breath

I've been whispering 

To the cracks on my ceiling

Biting back fear

Waiting for you

And I painted pictures

With the blood on my lips

Dry from sleeplessness

And I found shadows 

Moving on the wall

Asking me to break

I've been awake

Tracing lines down your face

With the fog on the window

And the blood in my veins.