The shadows of the past
Catch up
When I’m not looking
Darker than ever before
Looming even larger
Scarier than what I remember
More eerily sinister
Whispering sweet-nothings
In hurriedly hushed silences
Ominously hissing closer
Heralding a spell of doom
I feel the walls close in on me
As I’m stuck inside this room
Breathe
Harder
Breathe
Faster
Breathe
Once again
Run
Longer
Fly
Stronger
Against the spokes of time
Put in some distance
Dig a moat
And pull up the drawbridge
Into an island of isolation
Stir not
From therein
And don’t even dare
To venture a glance
Towards your own shadow
30 pieces of silver
Or a sum far less than precious
Is all it’ll take
For your very soul
To sign your own damnation.