Book it.

For things better left unsaid
I had to go and raise the dead
What have I become?
What will I ever be?

It can take a long, long time
and you'll have many sleepless nights
but I'm standing right here.
Won't you be a dear?

In the middle of each day
All I can find to say
Is it'll be okay
But you know, it will.

Pinch me if it's all a dream
and I'll be trying

to get back to sleep

The owl bends his neck
Just to get a better look.

Just in case.

In case there's something 

creeping behind

There never is

"Not yet" he says

He suspects the worst

He sees the worst

In everything

In everyone

He cannot help it

It's only because

he has looked

into his own eyes

and found himself

the worst.