• I run I run,
    I can't seem to lengthen the distance between us,
    You're on the prowl,
    Waiting for me to slip.

    I'll always fight back,
    I'd rather swallow thumbtacks,
    Than cut you anymore slack,
    You're a demon, a curse,
    I thought I'd left you in the past.

    I run I run,
    From you and your evil,
    It isn't an equal match,
    And the chase will never last.

    Yet I run and fight,
    Trying to feel secure,
    As you feed off of my fears and heartbreak,
    Like it's one big [********] sirloin steak.

    I hear your cries,
    After triggering the traps I've set for you,
    Still I run, instead of turning to finish you off,
    We're playing a game, a game neither one of us will ever win.

    This is a journal,
    Of the trials and blood-curdling tests,
    Of the horrifying chase of cat and mouse,
    As I run and run,
    Fighting my way,
    Through the Forest of Hands and Teeth.