Today is Friday the 13th,
a superstitious day,
because of this, I will tell a story.
Running for miles,
away from him.
No amount of running will save me.
I know this, yet I run,
run and run.
Away from the shots of the gun.
The tears flood,
they stain my face.
Beyond I see a town,
I run at a faster pace.
My life's become a race.
I scream at the top of my lungs,
"Hello! Hello! Anyone? Please help!"
Anyone....anyone?
No one here.
A town deserted,
a town gone silent.
Streets down I see blood,
this town has gone violent.
I see him run,
closer and closer,
with that silver gun.
He smiles so happily,
beckoning me to flee.
All I can do is flee,
as he smiles and laughs with glee.
"There's no where to run! So why do you?"
"You know you're going to die! Yet you run!?"
"You run like you have a choice."
"You think you have a choice!?"
"I know you can hear my voice!"
I run and run,
not caring.
Please....I don't want to die.
He tackles me,
looking me up as I lie.
He slowly cackles,
"It's time to say goodbye!"
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die.
But at that moment I am tied,
all I did was cry.
At the moment,
everything stopped.
The world froze,
and I was woken up,
from my doze.
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