• Running,
    Into darkness,
    To the light,
    Then being draw back,
    To the world.

    Glistening sunshine,
    Shining on my face,
    It brings me,
    No joy,
    But only sadness,
    And the feeling,
    Of dread,
    Holding on to my heart,
    As if it where a ghost,
    Stuck here never to leave.

    A face comes into sight,
    Who is that?
    Who is slowly coming,
    Into view,
    Blocking out the sunshine,
    That is burning my face.

    Are they friend or foe?
    Will they kill me?
    Like all the others,
    Who have torn me apart,
    Piece by piece,
    And part by part,
    Oh why do they hate me so?