• Twisted halls and darkened doorways
    are all We ever see
    the black undaunting shadows
    helping Us stumble
    helping Us break
    try to run backwards
    and be swallowed with mourn
    stop and slip into the abyss
    so We move forward
    RUN, RUN, RUN
    'til Our feet give out
    always teased by the thought of light
    knowing We will never be rewarded
    still! We dart ahead
    grasping for that one small light
    wishing like a fool
    for just a little hope
    only to eventually
    find Our heart give out
    still! We try to
    RUN, RUN, RUN
    can't get caught in the dark abyss