Running
Your feet stinging from the hard sharp rocks,Your legs feeling as though they will give.
Not being able to sense anything.
Around you, nothing.
You can't see.
You can't hear.
So silent its burning you.
Your mind trying to find something to hook onto,
Sending your senses out to find something.
But there is nothing.
Running.
A howl so loud you think its behind you,
But no hot steamy breath on your heels.
Nothing is there you want to stop.
No you can't,
But why?
Thats the reason why,
The thing.
The one that chases you never stopping,
Always running...
thats all i hope you get the message randomness so i can ppublish this :P
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