14 May 2012
My heart pounds.
My eyes flick back from side to side, the whites glowing bright in the pale light.
I listen to the soft scratchy noise of rats, running along the walls.
The air feels heavy.
A storm is coming.
I must run.
Flee!
For they will find me.
I will not be caught.
I will not back down.
I will not stop.
I WILL always run.
I WILL stay alive.
I WILL survive.
-life of a criminal-
(can't write at this time of night, but I had to update something.)
Survive. • Opuss № I