I wake in the night an alarm going off
My mind is a cat's cradle of paranoia, fear, pain
Pulled taut in intricate patterns
But i remain, still as marble, in my bed

Something within me screams
"Collect your possessions!
The danger is coming."
So I grab my passport, slip it in my pocket
My license goes in the other
Then I press the picture of my mother to my heart
Whisper goodbye

And my heart is racing, the tension in my mind pulling tighter and tighter
My hands shake as I tie my shoe
My hands reach for the door

Its too late
I succumb to the darkness