The Presences.. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Ever looked at something,
and felt its Presence's?
as if, its there looking bak.
Everything you do,
it watches every move.
the heat in the bak of your neck,
the feeling high,
but none pills or drinks are taken.
completely sober..
you feel this tension..

its got a hold..
unknow it sneaks up right behind you..
the feeling of it punching you in the stomach,
choking you in the neck..
just tearing each and every part of you off..
as you stand and watch that heart of yours fall.