Scream out a gargled sound, hoping that magic horn will sound and inadvertently bring help
Tripping and falling only to rise again and try to run
The ropes tied around your ankles biting deep into your flesh
Panting, panting, swallowing the blood rising within your throat
Only to feel it hotly rise again... bile burns and your heart bleeds
Faster, faster, he looms behind you - that dark shadow
Of fear - of fate? - of time
Give up baby, and kneel down in the dust, bow your head and say an empty prayer
The price we pay for living - though do we really live if we're always running?
Running from that shadow... Running from that thought...
Running from that inevitability...
He will catch you. One day. Somehow. He will find where you hide.
He will take you in his gentle grasp, though you resist so much.
And Time will give you his kiss of mortality.