is somebody there?

It lingers at the edges
stalking along the borders
shadows cast across my mind

the taste of blood in my mouth
the void of cold stone
pressed against me as a lover
drawing away all hope

a dense entwining of passion and fear
a need for the edge
to linger there myself
stalkeing the boundaries

sharp dragging forces
slick and twisting in the dark
tightening around me

a scream in my throat
gagging to be ripped out.