Skedaddle" he said Chasing my shadow off his tail I ran as far as I could go No destination,yet my legs wouldn't stop
90miles ahead of time Gasping for breath that seems witheld A taste of my sweat Saddles on my lips All salty and creamy My tongue could tell Long as I ran,like a deer hunted by predators That my legs Fails to stop shivering in an spring leave
At night I recollect every detail An ordeal I couldn't but relish As you chase me off your trail Yelling stalker as I ran
The tears that saddles my eyeball red And ink in blood for the devils signature With the owls feather or is it chickens That write out the ordeal with much bitterness.
He wasn't a lover! He wasn't a Friend either.. Not anymore#