Back
Heat pounding,
Pulse sounding.
Run, run if you dare,
They think you a monster,
A beast without care.
They want your heart,
They want your brain.
To them you are a beast,
Fit only for their feast.
To run is pain,
It prolongs the fear.
The end is near.
Sharp sting,
Senses dull.
Rain pours,
Blood mingles.
The end is here.