Open Your eyes
Run Run Run
Don't look back
Don't trip
They'll get to you
They're so close
Don't look at them
They'll eat through your brain
By their murmuring
Their voices are crippling
They're speaking in my head
Cover your ears
Run Run Run
Do not listen
I can't
They're speaking in my head
COVER YOUR EARS!
Run
I'm down on the ground
Bent over
Clutching to my knees
As if they'll run away
As if they'll leave me
This hissing sound and those murmurs
They're carving in my tender flesh
As if it was a grave stone
Am I really dead
Could this really be the end
These are the voices of the people
Crying over me!
Is it really that I'm dead
Or is it only my head
Playing its games
The voices stop
The lights go off
My eyes close while they're still open
It's now so cold
It's now so dark
I'm now so alone, not knowing
If it has all been my head
Or I've been dead all along
Enjoyed reading this piece and could feel the pounding in my head as well and the need to look around while running.
ReplyDeleteClutching to my knees - remove 'to'
They're carving in my tender flesh
As if it was a grave stone - While I like the image, I think it should somehow be in reverse. They're carving a tombstone as if it were tender flesh. Think about it.
Keep on writing - and obviously running
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