Never Stop Running

Yeah, this is a short story... Haven't posted in ages sorry!

I wake in fear; the sky is dark as night and no stars shine outside. I haven’t seen stars for a long time, too much smoke and smog.                                                                         

The city is never dark though, not really, but every endless black alley that I pass seems dark enough to me.                                

The fear is always there, closing its cold fingers around my neck and squeezing, tighter every day.

But I have to keep going, I have to keep running, I have to keep on, keep, on, keep on. Run little bird; fly into the night, a shadow, a fantasy, a trick of the light.  Never be seen, never be heard, and never stop running, running, running.   

The night swallows me whole, but the darkness, the true darkness, blacker and darker and deeper than any back alley; the real reason of my life, the real fear of my life; always chasing, ever gaining.                          

It swirls around corners and down the main streets, through crowds that never see it, but feel its icy chill on their backs. Down every alley, even those too narrow for two men to walk abreast.      

There is no escape, it will always catch you. But I have to keep going, I have to keep running, I have to keep on, keep, on, keep on. Run little bird; fly into the night, a shadow, a fantasy, a trick of the light.                                                             

Never be seen, never be heard, and never stop running, running, running.