Can't Make It Home

Walking alone.
Can't make it home.
Wandering the streets.
Steppin to the beat.
Seein my breath.
Can't stop to rest.
Hey, a corner I know.
Think a second, then go.
Nothing to say.
I'm takin my own way.
Being followed -- a thrill.
My spine feels the chill.
I sense someone close.
Not a friend, but foe.
Beneath me there's a carckle.
I hear in the distance a cackle.
Something tells me I'm almost done.
But I'm still not home.