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The Chase

Its way pass midnight And the full moon comes out to play The wolves roar echoes across this lonely town The music’s died down along time now, There’s a chill creeping up my spine Eerie paints this town with such macabre colors The falling snow, does nothing to dampen their glare. My endless scuffling in the virgin snow, Each step inscribes my sin across the pristine landscape The world went black, the colors all but seeped away Got stuck in the dark , with the light switched on Trapped within a swirling blizzard , a surreal dimension of reality These manacles, linked together by some strong dark force Dementia’s hold on my hand’s so cold, yet so comforting I can’t stand on my on two feet no more ‘Cause sanity keeps evading my grasp Insanity comes so easily always lending a hand to my mind My only crutch when the darkness comes out to play My fates sealed. There’s now recompense for my sins Retributions hunting my soul, I can hear his howl in the distance My 3yesights failing me. The light at the end of the tunnels dimming He’s on my tail got him breathing down my neck, my spines crippled by the chill My feet’s looking for some solace in the chase No apothecary insight to still my racing heart. I find my self at the edge of my life, he’s got me cornered My back pressed up against the air The gleam in his eyes crushed the last ounce of fear I had within I took the plunge. Fell into the arms of mercy And…. Woke up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/19/2015 5:35:00 AM
That's quite a chase scene, Paul. Glad you woke up. Very well done.
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