Don't Touch It; It Will Bite

Little girl's running away from the world --

-- It's in the walls --

Dark tendrils eating up the light --

-- It'll be all over if they --

 Nothing is coming. Nothing is coming.

-- The walls!

But nothing is coming.

Lone Alone One

We've been alone for some time now.
He and I.
She and me.
We know we're not okay.
She's more in touch than he is. But he's more in control.
And she wants to call out for help.
He's trying to stop her.
He doesn't want to be okay.
She does.