Run

i run like a rabbit but i'm running on empty enslaved by my sins still i run to be free i'm running from peace and running to war i'm running from love and hate's at the door i'm running through deserts where devils they dream i'm running through jungles of mad jeapordy i run to the darkness and run from the light wrong way running filled with fear,death,and fright i run to the fire and fall down in the flames i run from the safe,secure,and the sane i'm running to pain like a long lost friend,that madman mixer on a homocidal binge i run out of rage as i run into walls i run into hades and can hear hells call i run angry and antagonistic atmospheric like a spirit,i scream from the bottom and the top can hear it chased by chaos chariots they all get carjacked and soul smacked billions on their bellies and backs get crunched and cracked psycopathic pharohs,roaches and rats falling in forever and fading to black i rise,run,and fall now i'm running again crime after crime and sin after sin while predators and prowlers they seethe and they bark i keep running,making mad marks on the universe holy angels surround me far ahead of that hell bound herse now i run to the blessing and i run from the curse still this is the worst poem that could ever be...it keeps ringing in my ears for etrnity