I first felt it in the morning
My fear progressed with the day
I knew behind me something was creeping
Why won’t it go away?
No matter how fast I ran I could not escape it-
It would not escape me.
It must be amused at my lack of wit
I can’t figure out how to flee.
I run in circles and cut corners
I try to hide but everything seems sheer
I am about to exceed my own fearsome borders
When will the feeling disappear?
As night comes the darkness takes over
Still afraid, but in this I’m not alone.
My stalker can no longer hover
Now that the sun is no longer shown
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
I first felt it in the morning
My fear progressed with the day
I knew behind me something was creeping
Why won’t it go away?
No matter how fast I ran I could not escape it-
It would not escape me.
It must be amused at my lack of wit
I can’t figure out how to flee.
I run in circles and cut corners
I try to hide but everything seems sheer
I am about to exceed my own fearsome borders
When will the feeling disappear?
As night comes the darkness takes over
Still afraid, but in this I’m not alone.
My stalker can no longer hover
Now that the sun is no longer shown
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