forward, march.

[.dR spgeddi]

behind you
spiteful nightfall
catching drips crisp frozen cold
the curtain closes suddenly
and darkness takes hold
that's when the eyes appear
peering in at you
searing out of the shadows
from the fear within you
and the wind whispers
whistles and then calls
but you dont want to answer
dont say anything at all

running
stumbling tumbling
yet never moving a muscle
every corpuscle
frozen
for a moment imploding
its your own mind goading
leading and teasing
unrelenting and inventing
reasons

power
the switch is yours
use clean fuel
you get clean exhaust
a reason to run
a reason to hide
it comes from within
who's standing at the control panel of your life?

 

[blahblahblah]

nice clean read, like it...

who's standing at the control panel of your life?

Good question...?

Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul.
You've got to run like an antelope, out of control.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run...

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

I love the way you build on the fear in this, like something from a nightmare. Oddly enough I had a long drive home driving away from dark clouds - this was meaning added to my day. Thank You!