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Dec 2016
I have always bin running
Running to be free
I can feel death hunting
Hunting for me

I run for my friends
But now my friends are no longer mine
I will keep on running until this ends
I know I am close to the end but I just need more time

I feel so alone
I want some one to lend me a hand and tell me its ok
I wish I had a home
I wish I had a place to stay

I can always feel him
Feel him one step behind
I know he's on the brim
He's on the brim and soon he will find

I feel him, I'm at the end
He sticks out his hand like a friend
I asked where my soul would send
And he said "on me that would depend"

I knew all along but I didn't want to see
I saw death coming and ran from his spell
But I was really running because of me
Because I knew if he took me I would go to hell
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
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