Fleeing from it
Horror masked on her face
Afraid to face it
Was she ready to fight it
Was she ready to accept it
The person it made her
The person it would make her
The faded cobbled stones engulfed her
As she ran from one wall to another
They twisted and folded on her
Threatening to never end
The darkness pressing in
She ran faster
As the voices in her head grew
Crippling her
She ran faster
But the more she ran the more they grew
To stop was impossible
Twas certain death
She cud not afford it once more
But wasn’t this running also death
Cos who she was escaping would never leave her
She could do all she wanted it would stay
Cos no one can escape themselves you see
No one can escape themselves.
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