2 September 2012

Running, panting, going further east Reaching, straining, for oxygen, even the least

Dying, trying, to run from your fears Failing, tiring, your face streaked with tears

Hunting, finding, your nightmares are close behind Screaming, flailing, there's no more strength to find

Slowing, stopping, you've given up once more Accepting, knowing, the fate that's in store.

PIRGIRThe Race (From Your Nightmares) • Opuss № I