drown the stars

A MONSTER WITHOUT CLAWS

always running from the beast.

this time,

from the devil.

so run.

far,

from reality.

i've run too often to remember the frozen sensation

in my blood stream when he's near,

and my mind has begun to sing

and chant

a melody only my heart can follow;

see me run,

see me sprint,

see the sun sin,

see the maidens cry,

see me race,

see me win.

so when the wind picks up to whisper nasty confessions,

they bleed you're coming,

so I run.

to race reality

and spring to see the sun.