The chase to feel. I feel nothing till i chase and then they don't feel and I leave them. I hate the dark it changes me... it shows what is inside of us all but whats inside me... is a monster. Or I am the monster the monster is me we are one. But the chase is better than the monster the chase oh the feeling to chase... Its better than money and riches Or anything I've ever felt to catch and hold till the air stops or the beating of the drums fades away that is bliss but the best part is the run the following close the speed you feel the pure fear they feel towards you and the sweat from you mix and make this swirl called chase we all should experience the chase. Now here is the hard part You chase and chase till the catch and then they die But you dont forget that light in their eyes as it fades into the blackness. But the thing is in every light that leaves I know That light flies into a baby's eyes and takes that joy and memory I can see it fly sometimes i follow the lights to the children they grab my hands and giggle or some fall right back asleep. I look down holding a baby in a hospital "crap... Its one" i put down the child and run and run and run Through the window and into the bed "Yes just in time!" at 1:45 exactly i turn back. And finally sleep. "Wake up! you have school!" mom says yanking of the cover. i sit down for waffles "Go back to bed no school"
"Why not?"
"She looks at me tears in her eyes another body.. Kid from your school again"
"Oh, who? how old? do i know them?" i try to act as innocent as possible
" Billy George, 15, I don't believe so"
"Never talked heard of him though"
"So young to have died" she has a point but its not me it the dark that picks them.
