I only need to run.
I need to feel the fear is gone.

The clouds are covering the sun,

My only hope is if I run.

I tried to hide the pain within,

To crush it far beneath my skin;

But nothing can conceal my sin,

I laugh away my raw chagrin.

The light is darkened to my eyes,

I only feel the lowering skies.

I can’t escape the bludgeoning lies,

All beauty left within me dies.

I wanted only no more tears,
I hungered for relief from fears.

The roaring wind around me leers,

Escape from torture now appears,

I only need to run.

Will running save me from my fright?
Can anything escape the blight?
Or am I headed for a sight

More terrifying than the night?

Will death forever be our fate?
Will lives be always lived too late?
Why must we only wait, and wait-
When will our suffering abate?

I—I do not know, I cannot see!
Why must hope always want to be?
I cannot hear, I won’t be free!

My fear is all that’s left to me.

There’s nothing here besides this shell
Of life decaying, living hell;

My soul, set burning when I fell,

Can be yet quenched, can break this spell—

I only need to run.