I thought I was escaping
The abyssal cloud carried forward
As this was the specter I fled
No matter the extent I run
Never an end to the pursuit
Because I was never escaping
Long ago I saw the last other runner
I passed quickly, fearing to turn and speak
Am I still running?
After the rolling blackness carries my corpse away
Will there ever be a reason to flee
My legs will fail and I will pull myself
My arms will fail and then with my teeth
And when my teeth are worn away
I will scream myself forward
Never will I allow my pursuer to know me

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