It begins as it always does, a petty chase,

You can’t run forever but you keep the pace,

You run to comfort, run for ease,

You can’t any longer, you fall to your knees.

This has to be a nightmare,

It can’t be true,

Forbidden places, your fingers turn blue,

You scream and run, comb through the trees,

Thin branches like fingers, cold wind like tongues,

Does the moon look blue, a dark whisper, a cold voice,

You begin to scream,

There is no noise.