I run.
Fear,
It closes like a hand
Around my throat
Threatening to cut off
My life supply of air.
Then I hear it
Death Closing in
Rattle and clack of chains dragging
Across the heard and stony terrain.
A dry rasp of air
Chills my soul
Sending chills like
Thousands of ice-cold fingers
Down my spine.
Like a wraith, it rises before me.
A long-lost shade's dead soul.
Reaching out
I turn and flee
Down twisting and
Turning corridors
Through my mind's deathly maze.
It rises before me,
A phantasm of such a horrifying nature
That I sink to my knees in
Heart-stopping terror.
I open my mouth and not a sound
Can I call forth to put words
To the pit of fear in which
I'm falling
Running and dodging through an endless maze
Of frightful fleeing and screaming.
A new fright round every bend.
It hunts.
I sprint away from the fantasm
Behind me.
It still reaches out
To take my eternal soul.
At last I reach a dead end
My breaths come in ragged bursts
My chest is about to explode
From running in fear.
I can barely hear the scraping of
The chain, about the pounding of my heart.
I turn in defeat at last to
Face down
The demon that has been chasing me
Throughout this panic-ridden maze.
The apparition looms ahead
And steps into the light.
I turn and hide my head
Unwilling to face the phantom
That has been haunting me
Throughout this maze of death.
I close my eyes
And refuse to look
At the deathly specter behind.
At last with all the courage
That I can muster
I turn to meet Death.
With my eyes screwed shut
I wait.
I wait to feel the cold, flesh-numbing hand
Of Thanatos take my soul.
It didn't come.
My eyes fly open
And with a start
I stare not into the black-voids fo the eyes of Death
But into eyes that are brown,
Set not into the face of death.
She extends a hand
For me to take.
And I shrink back.
Only to realize
That all this time
I was running from myself.
~*rah*~