:Running Before I Become THEM:

(c) candymax

etched in black outlined in naught time is ticking but i'm going nowhere these people that line the streets- they're not real maniquins fakes robots help! i can't get away from here! my heart is slowing my breath is diminishing i can't hear my footsteps as they give way to the pavement i'm running running running. but getting nowhere so it seems the darkness of my shadow is filling me to the brim the lightness of the tunnel is so far away i'm surrounded by people who do actions on command help me. help me be free. before i become them.