An end.
An unavailing arena having secured hollowness. "See this!" Exclaimed. A valley on high. So pristine. For what makes the spring's bloom than the depths of doom.

Off to the side you stand with glee. To watch as I run but there's no one that follows me. A whistle. A whip. "You will catch up to me!", She screams from side. A breath that says; "I just want to be free." Of this race for life, which is far beyond anything at all, that it was ever meant to be.

A broken start yields a broken heart. A past erased by possessive hands. All that's claimed, shadows unreined. A silence passed down like a deadly strain.

Responsibilities are easily given away when all hope is lost for the brighter day.
Numbers dictating the fake smiles in crowds. Faceless men above and below hold more power than beating hearts. I pray to this bay. Please come take me away.