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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