And I ran

And I ran.

I couldn't stop, that would be foolish.

No no- not while they are still after me.

They taunted me and told me to do things

I have never wanted to do.

So I did what I had to do

I ran.

My heart raced, my breathe raggid.

My feet ached, my veins pulsed.

My sweat ran, I ran.

The torment and punishment of such foul things

so inhumane. They hurt me too much, telling me

false things, evil things.

In result I've caused pain.

I've caused humiliation.

I get the blame- but NO!

It really isn't my fault.

I ran before, honest. But, I never got far.

No no, I couldn't, with the grip it had on me- how could I?

With the coaxing manner of a the Devil himself, I was pulled back in.

My arms, my sallow skin, my missing teeth- I did run but i could never get the hell away!

Damn it, damn it all to hell. It has nearly killed me I tell you, but it only brings me back for more.

More intoxication, more power, more highs and lows. More binging and more lacking support.

God doesn't even help me run anymore, I know he doesn't. Why would he?

I ran so much and so far, but i was always confronted with the worst kind of personal demons.

Damn metal, damn needle, damn foulness...damn devil.

And I ran...in circles.