Just off the top of my head, when I couldn't sleep last night. C4C

I am just a phase on a list of obsessions
I am a split-second thought in a troubled mind
I am the rhythm of your footsteps
As you run away from your past,
I am the graze that peeled your skin off
When you dragged your knuckles along a wall.
I walk beside Death as He strolls down country roads
I struggle to keep up as He runs through packed city streets

You want to be just like me, you feed off negative energy
You're tired and you want to sleep, don't worry
For He is coming, me following, down your avenue
We're resting now, on your Welcome mat.