Around the corner,
And down the hall.
Beneath the floors,
And in the windows.
Inside the mirror,
And behind the wall.
Intwined in the crowd,
And amongst the shadows.
Constantly a follower,
And never leaving.
Always there,
And never fleeting.
Try to hide,
And cower.
But always found,
And always prosecuted.
Never stop running,
And hiding.
Not till feet bleed,
And legs give out.
Even then, keep crawling,
And moving forward.
Never rest,
And you'll be safe.
Safe from fears,
And regrets.
Never think,
And never sleep.
Or they'll come out from around the corner,
And from down the hall.
From beneath the floors,
And out of the windows.
From inside the mirror,
And out from behind the wall.
Unwound from the crowd,
And leave the shadows.
They'll catch you,
And it'll be your breaking point.
Your end,
And it won't be a happy one.
