Oh God, they’re coming
Those bloodthirsty hounds.

Tangled roots catch my feet
As I weave through the myriad of trees.

Nowhere to hide.
No shadow for refuge

Where they won’t find me,
Those ******-driven hunters.

Knowing me better than myself
Able to predict every step I take.

Running from them for so long
My feet have grown tired.

Being kept at bay
They have become impatient and strong.

I feel their hot breath on my neck.
I hear the pads of their feet pounding the ground.

I scream out for anyone to help
But my cry falls on deaf ears.

The nasty creatures pin me to the ground,
Stealing the air from my lungs.

Forcing me to look into its cold blue eyes
I feel it overtake me.

Its icy venom seeps into my bones,
Polluting my mind. My soul. My body.

Taking possession.
I feel its stone grasp.

The emotions course through my body,
Flooding the numb temple I had kept.

A silent tear escapes my eye,
That disgusting abomination.

Oh God,
Make it stop.