Strangling Hands [X.E.C]

I can feel its hands on me I don't know what, but I can feel it I can feel it gripping on my spine, Pressing into my chest, And holding me by the throat. It won't let me breathe Its fingers hold my eyelids open, It pulls at my tongue, And tightens around my neck. It won't let me rest Sometimes I hope it rips me apart, Sometimes I want to be lined with blood And scarred by my tears