I run through the forest on a winter night
Cold air burning my lungs with its might
Branches grabbing at my arms and hair
Drawing my blood, and still I don't care
The music's fists pound in my head
Providing distraction from everything said.
Wailing voices slip through the bare trees
Adding to the beauty that nobody else sees
I don't stop, or slow, or look at the ground.
I focus only on the pain; on the sound.
My eyes, unblinking, stare straight down the path
To the fork in the trees, and what I chose last.
My feet begin slowing as I come to the spot.
I stand there shaking, betrayed by my thoughts.
With a will of their own, my legs cause me to choose
Between a life that I know, or one with nothing to lose
I breathe in, quick, and get a throat lodged with ice
As I'm shown the mistakes I've made in my life
Backing away while my eyes continue their feast
When I notice the noises around me have ceased.
I turn fully around and break my own spell
Running away from-but, no, I'll never tell.