book bit
Stumbled, almost fell, scrapping against the wall. Back up, gotta move, gotta run, they are close behind. I can't see em, can't hear em, but I KNOW they are there, they are after me. If they catch me, I won't be me anymore, I'll walk, I'll talk, I'll call you by name, and ask after your kids, but deep inside, the real me will be screaming, and never escape.