They say it'll soon be over soon they'll be gone and I will be left with myself as my only company and alibi once more But they don't know long after their taunting laughter has died away leaving nothing more than a stirring echo roaming through the membrane of my mind I'm still left with myself my greatest fear my greatest enemy. Long after I've lost the race I'm still running a race I'll never win with myself. One day I'll stop running wallow in the guilt and mercilessness and pure black that chases me with every step grow colder than the moon colder than the winter wind that sends shivers coursing through your spine. But as I lie in the blackness I call my mind voices coursing... I contemplate if maybe...maybe... I've already stopped running.
Reason for writing:
Eh.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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