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.
The Race (From Your Nightmares) • Opuss № I