I am running, hiding from the relentless grip of REALITY
But no matter what I do or where I go, it always seems to catch up with me
It drugs me and runs through my veins
Taking me higher until I can no longer feel the pain
It drops me
Sending me tumbling down towards the ground
Hitting every mountain I conquered up until now
And when I finally hit the bottom, it's already there waiting patiently
Patiently waiting to strangle me with it's cold, unforgiving hands, glaring deep into my eyes
With eyes filled with pain, hurt, betrayal, and LIES.
Then, it strikes me with the deepest dismay, over and over and over again
And there I am, soaking it up, absorbing every single blow until I feel nothing within
Finally, it finishes me with one last hit to the head
Leaving me covered in evil reminders of what I should have done instead
With one last eerie whisper it said
"Wake up, you are not done yet".