By: Ana Sofia Padilla 10°C

I’m running

I’m scared

I rather

Be dead

 

It follows

I stumble

He chases

I crumble

 

It’s got a knife

I’ve got a heart

He’s got I gun

I’m gonna die

 

Will it come ?

Will he murder?

It has no conscience

He has no burden

 

I need help

I need to get out

I know I can’t fight

I know I can’t shout

 

It’s coming

I hear him breathing

It’s gonna do it again

Soon I’ll be bleeding

 

I see the sun

I run towards it

He runs my way

He grabs hold of me

 

I’m gonna leave

He’s gonna make me go away

In the end it doesn’t matter

I’ll die alone and afraid

 

I’m just a soul

In the past I live

With an untold story

And hope to give

 

He lives in the present

In every house, in every street

It’s a monster

I hope you’ll never meet