I  can’t run from this
It always catches up with me
and it strikes me down
All it takes is just a moment of weakness
a moment i am not fully focused on fighting myself
Then it jumps me Slams me onto the ground
All my bones and all my wounds – Never had the chance to heal
So they crack and rip open again

a faint scream from my most inner hollow circle
Is all i can utter
Is the only way i hear my voice
To prove to me
I am alive
This is what i am
who i am

A preyed-upon running from it’s demon
very aware that to the demon
It’s playing catch me if you can
While to me
It’s playing Live Or Let Die

so why should i keep running?
keep patting the dust off my knees
keep stitching my torn pieces together

over and over
Never to feel peace
Never escape this torment
After all, as driven i may be,
the Demon is the one that,
in the end,
drives me.

To me it isn’t living
it’s just dying very slowly.