The Untouchables

We call them the untouchables, impossible to reach out to,

But you know they’re still out there without any doubt.

When you feel the adrenaline coursing through your vein,

And there’s a weird atmosphere that in words you can’t explain.

When even a slight rattle scares you out of your wits,

And you can hear the wind whispering, talking in bits.

Your hand feels clammy; your pulse starts to race,

Back and forth in the hallway, your pace,

You feel a forbidding curse as if you should go back,

And all the confidence within you seems to crack.

Your legs shiver the feeling foreign to you,

What’s really happening you have no clue.

You hear footsteps of something coming close,

Is the desired fate that you chose?

You believed the untouchables never exist,

They were just some lie wrapped in a mist,

But some things are better left the way they are,

‘Cuz we all know there lurks a dangerous power.

So never try to explore what’s hidden in a layer,

Because then you might say your last prayer.