Run, run, run, spiritually, psychologically, and literally.
Run as fast as you can.
But I still see you.
I still feel the pain that you left me with.
Your body heat I can still feel you.
Your stench I can still smell you.
Can't wait for the moment that I am able to exorcise this demon you  left me with.
Never thought I'd breathe again as you tried to execute life from a body that God's spirit was still with.
Lying dormant as you stood over me defenseless like a rabbit under a ravenous wolf.
Set to devour and consume me licking your fangs flawlessly  benefiting from a successful ambush.
Now you run, run, run but you can't  outrun divine justice better known as karma.
Your out of sight but I  still see your treachery barreling down on me in an attempt to exalt yourself through an act of dishonor.
Repetitiously the scenario plays and it's like I die everyday and try to scream, "run!" as I look on at the impending tragedy but it's always too late.
God protected me and I  survived what was supposed to be my demise.
Your untouchable and out of my reach but I feel you even to this day.
As you run, run, run, your destiny now drags what survived of my former self along anyway.
You can run, run, run but I don't think you'll ever be able to get away.