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 © Paul Machintosh | Year Posted 2015
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