chasing thoughts

running down corridors
searching for keys
searching for thoughts
which I want to keep
stumbling around
I fall to the ground
cold blue wood paneling
is circling the air
whispering tongues
which I can't hear
speaking in silence
speaking for them
the voices that surround me
that hunt and chase me down
they will not stop here
I must keep on going
they want me to drown
my heart ever pounding
silence dumb beat!
they may soon come find me!
I reach for the handles
of ragged old rooms
my moaning and crying
oh I try to keep shut
as in this wood dungeon
I look to escape
I wish that only I would awake
these things that all chase me
if only, if only they slept
when I laid to rest