The faster I try to run

the slower my legs are,

masks are making fun,

all the land is on red fire.


My heart beats and thumps

and my lungs breathe flame,

screaming with the pain

caused by hundred daggers.


The Sun will leave the day

night shall engulf the light,

darkness creeping in the fray

as if to make me lose the fight.


Claws are reaching out, wrinkled

fingers touch, crawling, slithering.

Snakes are snapping, crinkled,

shadows grow ominous and withering.


Laughter… cruel mockery, faces blurred

bloody smiles, crazy eyes looking down.

My soul’s drowning in the past, crown

of thorns, my story will stay unheard.


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