Alone
On a long walk in a short space
Anxiety taking control
Making its own pace
It's silent
I'm lost in this place
Hiding
Without a trace
I'm lying
With happiness on my face
Gripped by this cold embrace
Im always running
But I'm losing the race
So far from happy
I'm stuck in the chase
I beg for life
I beg for grace
I take
My long walk
In a short space
©parasyte
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