Nowhere left

This song is way out of my usual genres, but I felt I just had to try play out this vivid dream as a song.... The song is from a vivid, dream of a tense, chase through a stormy, urban night with heavy rain and distant thunder setting an ominous tone, I was running down a shadowy, treacherous cityscape. The dim city lights and twisting alleys created a feeling of dread and isolation, my pulse was racing like crazy as I could hear approaching footsteps snapping at my heels, and weapons being redied to fire. As I ran everything was changing and I was feeling that the spaces were closing in. I felt trapped by shifting walls and roads and a storm raging both outside and within. Things escalated when I saw lights coming on in windows and the sound of distant gunshots and and a sense of lurking figures, tightening my sense of entrapment. I then just gave up feeling totally consumed by darkness, and then it suddenly just disolved into nothing but echoes. It’s a story of fear, pursuit, and inevitable collapse. -------------------------------------------- Alley walls dripping black and slick, Broken glass crunches under quick steps. Breath like smoke in the cold, dead air, Something moves—but nothing's there. Footsteps snap at my heels, Shadows bend, but nothing’s real. Routes collapse, streets rearrange, Every turn just shrinks the space. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide. Windows flicker, faces fade, Somewhere someone just took aim. Every corner traps the breath, Every second tastes like death. Footsteps snap at my heels, Shadows bend, but nothing’s real. Routes collapse, streets rearrange, Every turn just shrinks the space. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide The air is split, a voice calls through, Static hums, the wires fuse. No more running, pulse unwinds, Time just fractures, leaves me behind. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide. The air is split, a voice calls through, Static hums, the wires fuse. No more running, pulse unwinds, Time just fractures, leaves me behind. Nowhere left, no exit sign, Storm cracks open the fault line. City folds, streets collide, Running blind through the great divide.