They yearned for a life of ease and peace.
But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams.

Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void.

Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds.

Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth.

Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.

Run.
Faster!
They're catching up,
They're almost here.

Crashing through the woods--
You can hear their spies
Buzzing through the trees,
Right beside you,
Keeping up easily with your dragging.
You feel too tired to keep up with
The fast pace.

Pick up your feet.
They're on your tail!
Get up.
Run!

The spies--
Some darken the sky,
Now a hazy gray,
Their black wings overtake the slower pace.
You can hear their gleeful laughs and cries.

Don't give in.
FIGHT!
Run.

You feel your feet uselessly pulling,
They refuse to go on.
They need to!
You let yourself fail,
You can feel yourself fall from exhaustion.
The exertion was not enough.
Crash--
Fall--
Down.
There's no one here--
No one but the enemy.

No one will save you.
You didn't run fast enough.

I hope you never see me the way I see myself;
And yet I need you to.