Running and Running.
With heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence,
But still I'm hooked.
On the inspiration of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare misshape me!
You faceless beast, for I am known!

Uncontrollable reality, I forbid you!
For you are a blood curdling nightmare.
Which only seems to be misshapen, Broken,
And lost in your exhausted flaws.
But you realize in the end, that beast is you.
Faceless.