There were three of them.
There were three of us.
We were running through the woods when the first one came.
There was a dog,
That was running too.
Over grass,
And between the trees.
He chased us.
I stumbled,
Yet he ran past.
He grabbed her throat,
And started to chew.
We grabbed the dog,
And snapped its neck.
But she was gone,
And we had to go,
Before we were gone too.
There were two of us,
I was still running,
And he was running too,
Running for our lives,
Running from the pain.
A shot rang out,
It broke the cage,
And his soul was set free.
There was one of us,
Running through the rain,
Trying to ignore all of the pain.
I struggled on and that’s when he came,
The third angel of death calling my name.
He was a rock, slick with rain.
My bare swollen feet,
Couldn’t take the pain,
And I fell,
My loss,
His gain.
Yet the sweat angel took me away,
And freed me from my pain.