Pursued

I am pursued, watched.
Eyes from every direction, corner, and shadow.
Their form becomes less and less apparent,
As the night crawls on.
Their claws drag across my brain.
They surpress my waking hours,
And keep me in their sleep.
I am weak, and they smell
My spirit bleeding; my heart pleading.
They now know they have me
And I fold in on myself.
I fold in; my arms, my legs, my hands;
Fold in.
The anguish of the pressure;
Turned inside out.
And I am where they are.