I dream in black and death

dreams of

running, running, always running

 

dreams of

something chasing, chasing, always chasing

 

dreams of

death, death, always death

 

I have to keep running, running, running

 

They come to me in the night

 

figures, dark and shadowy

voices, hoarse and whiserpy

 

faces, with no eyes

bodies, with no souls

 

I scream

but I can't speak

I claw

but I can't move

 

I'm paralyzed

suffocating on my fears

 

Every night it's the same

 

I want to know

 

when can I stop running?