Chasing of Demons.
Run headlong into what will become
Attempt to escape all that has come to pass
For I too am fleet of foot
You can’t elude me for I am always with you
Try to torch away your life’s history
Disregard lies that rolled off your silver tongue
Deep inside you realize all your labors
Become the sum of a vile masquerade
For my voice always resonates within your soul
Past the zenith of midnight your lies surface
Silently begging for the redemption of dawn
Running relentless yet always standing still
Your moment of penitence is a fading exodus
Of thinning moments holding but a scarcity
For I shall torture you goading your every moment
Fall to your knees beseeching absolution
The flight of fear only becomes more cumbersome
As time wears away your sanities resolve
Confess to the world and admit of your guilt
Repent yourself to me for only I know the truth
You can never hide away from me
For I too am fleet of foot
I shall make you pay one way or another
We see from the same eyes…our voice is one
I am your conscience
You know of my resolve
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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