Running fast, as fast as I could. I am being chased by a pack of wolves. An illusion! Everything around me including the wolves, so fast I cant catch on to a single thing, I don’t think I’d notice if I were to jump off a cliff, but as for me I am running, ever so slow. The wolves teeth hovering beneath my skin. Its almost as my paranoia is adding up to what I know I cant do, but all I am trying to do is get beneath my skin, past the whirl wind in my head. I cant stop but I’m hearing with in that I cant do it! I’m paranoid watching over my back. I feel the day betray into night time, the beauty disappear in to the sudden darkness seeming almost as hell, but I’ve been there, this doesn’t even compare to the desperateness of hell!
I almost want to forfeit the game, before he can take me out of the frame and put my name to shame, cover my face, I cant win this race, this pace is to fast, I just cant last.
I hook my self into this game as if I am reading a very catching mystery book. I cant stop playing but I wouldn’t dare to find out the next part of it. Especially knowing that this is all real. I cant take it anymore, I hear these words repeating in my head!
I’m one step closer to the edge from falling as I finally notice I can see again and realize that the wolves are two steps away from me. Either jump, or get eaten. My choice.
Jump
I jumped, in the air as time seems to getting slower and slower but my thoughts through my head is so, fast. Same as the wolves. I remembered the black skies, death flashing all around me, I remembered each flash as time began to push, like a startling flash that fate had finally found me. So give me reason that its my time has come, that I have done wrong. Give me a reason that I have disserved this disturbing pleasure. Tell me the reason, the truth could not find the way to prove me wrong and wash my life out clean. Across my new life. In every truth that you deny, in every wrong thing you did, that you don’t want to come clean, you know I am innocent, and give me a reason that I need to die, with your pleasure you want so badly for me to be dead! What’s your reason that’s come across this new divide?
I kept everything inside for the longest time, and even though I tried, it all fell apart, and suddenly to me I became a mystery. When I pretend everything is what I want it to be, it just falls into the deepness’s of death waiting to grasp onto my life, preaching to steel my life, the very worst part of it, is no turning back. Which means, that I am you, and the very worst part of you is me.
SLAM!
