Soul

 
She hovers over me
when I sleep, when I wake
she follows me to the supermarket 
and when I'm in the library 
I can feel her eerie shadow
I can feel and see her aura 
It's dark it's cold it's truly cold 
when the light comes in through the curtains
I can hear her screams 
I place my palms over my ears
but her voice, her voice is still here
and the cold, shivering I am.