The Skinwalkers.

These stalkers, the walkers. Just out of sight. The shadows that I keep calling tricks of the light. The familiar faces, I keep seeing in crowds. The familiar noises as it all gets to loud. The feeling of calm as the storm cracks and it swells. The warmth of the fire as it's just nearing of hells. A sinking into my skin, A feeling unknown, which I keep giving in. The Face in the mirror smiling so slightly at the deception they give me, night after night. He knows who I might be, even if different just ever so slightly...The Skinwalkers song, a pleaseant ol' mealody...