Run

Now you better run,
As the curse begins to fall
You can feel that man coming.

Hear the watchers and the scapegoats,
You’ve been hiding in the rain
With a back cut and music,
You have been bleeding out your pain

But where do you think you can run to when the man is you.

And hold me close, you’ll never see
You’ are the only one who understands
The terrible storm in me.

And I’ll wait for you here,
With silent voice.
God only knows I never wanted you to make this choice.

Well you loathed down in the mire,
Because you didn’t wanna face it.
With a gunslinger’s desire,
You’d rather burn out than save it

Stoic Poetry

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