Running through a forest,
Following a shadow
Stumbling over twigs
My bare foot steps in a puddle
***** and muddy.
Where am I going?
Why am I running?
Cold wind blows through my hair
Noises drown my fear
Darkness wraps me in a cocoon
My breath has been stolen
Again and again.
The ground trembles
The trees wither
Death catches up with us
Sooner or later.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 11:58 PM UTC
Running through a forest,
Following a shadow
Stumbling over twigs
My bare foot steps in a puddle
***** and muddy.
Where am I going?
Why am I running?
Cold wind blows through my hair
Noises drown my fear
Darkness wraps me in a cocoon
My breath has been stolen
Again and again.
The ground trembles
The trees wither
Death catches up with us
Sooner or later.