I can't breathe,
But I must keep going,
There's pain everywhere,
I feel my pace slowing.
The air is cold,
Choking with every breath,
I can't let him catch me,
Or I face a slow and painful death.
My feet thud,
Loud on the forest ground,
My insides screaming,
So loud yet without sound.
I see the fog,
As my breath gives way,
I don't want to die,
I must see another day.
He's growing closer,
As I flee through darkness,
The pain in my chest,
Reminding me of weakness.
But my legs became sore,
And gave out underneath me,
My head struck a rock,
Making it harder to see.
Seeing the end,
I gazed at the moon,
And as he stood above me,
I prayed it would be over soon.
