I know you're close behind,
I can feel your breath,
Hidden where I am blind,
Pulling me into death.
Was my freedom just another one of your lies?
Do I even have a claim to my life?
Was I always just your hated prise?
Shall we live forever in this strife?
I'll run as fast as I can,
I'll avoid your poisons grip,
I refuse to be part of your plan,
Let us take this hurtful trip.
I know you use to be kind,
Surely you once knew bliss?
Are our lives truly so entwined
That we've come to this?
This has no happy ending,
This story shouldn't be told,
You're far beyond mending,
End this before your soul is sold.
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