Running from within

Ruthless gruesome tragedy of a blood stained mind.

Seeping thru your sleep on blunt blades.

Walking in your wake as you crawl on your knees.

Following you wherever you go.

Hanging in the darkness on only your last breath.

Curling its dripping fingers around another soul.

Preaching silence in a room of dead.

Walking softly over your grave.

Writing what has yet to be written and signing your name at the bottom.

You can run.

You can hide.

You can press reset and restart.

But each time.

You will find yourself.

And.

You will end it like all the other times.