Here Comes The Fiend

Run… Running through the woods, cold and deep, It’s closing in fast on my heels, a promise it will keep. I’m drowning in all these feels—a tide I cannot stem, It’s drawing nearer with each breath, a ghost from my own hymn. I don’t dare to look back, to face the fear I’ve sown, But I can feel its breath on my neck—a chill down to the bone. Here comes the fiend, a shadow from within! I’m fighting to hold it back, but it’s a battle I can’t win. Its claws rake deep into my spine, with purpose and design, Blood flows in a crimson line—a testament, a sign. I’m giving it all just to stay free, to keep my soul my own, But it’s closing in on me… and I am all alone. It whispers sweet nothings in a voice I used to trust, Promises it can give me more, rising from the dust. Tempting me with all the things I once craved, held so dear, Treasures I adored, now painted thick with fear. But I know if I reach for them, grasp that hollow gold, It will be my final fall, and my last story told. Here comes the fiend, a shadow from within! I’m fighting to hold it back, but it’s a battle I can’t win. Its claws rake deep into my spine, with purpose and design, Blood flows in a crimson line—a testament, a sign. I’m giving it all just to stay free, to keep my soul my own, But it’s closing in on me… my strength is almost gone. I know how to defeat it… I see the weakness in its stride. But I’ll need help to beat it… I can’t lock this beast inside. I won’t give in, won’t turn around—I’ll keep running through the night, I’ll stand my ground when hope is found, and meet it in the light. This shadow won’t claim my soul, I’ll fight to make it whole, I know I won’t lose control… if I’m not fighting solo. HERE COMES THE FIEND! (I know how to defeat it!) I’M FIGHTING TO HOLD IT BACK! (But I’ll need help to beat it!) ITS CLAWS RAKE DEEP INTO MY SPINE! BLOOD FLOWS IN A CRIMSON LINE! I’M GIVING IT ALL JUST TO STAY FREE… BUT IT’S CLOSING IN ON ME! I WON’T… LOSE… CONTROL! …I need a hand to hold.