Walk as fast as you can hunter. Run if you must. But fly away as far as you can. Dont tire out and dont give up, just move.Dont fidget when something gets in your way, ignore it and move on.

Keep going and never look back. Your back will hunt you if you do. Run because your whole life depends on it. Your entire system and the bane of your existance.

An arrow shoots at your back. Sharp devastating arrows that points at you. Their pointy edges aiming at your myogenic heart. Ignore it and keep running. Ignore the pain tearing at your propeller, its pieces falling apart, the arteries and the veins devoid of blood. RUN. Run until the air becomes an enemy to your lungs. RUN. Run until the lactic acid blends in with your muscles. RUN. The coming generations depends n how well you will run.

The prey has become the predator. The predator runs for his life. Never one good at hiding, for he is a seeker. Where would you hide your face? The little, scared kitty that used to hide seeks for your head. To weigh it on a balance. With mockery he says,"Where is the wisdom that once took shelter in this head?"

For the mighty hunter has been reduced to a powerless, vulnerable prey and now must fight for his life.RUN. There is no where to hide the garment of disgrace covering you. RUN. He is approaching with clubs and arrows ready to strike and end this calamity. How harshly you treated others, mercilessly drew blood. Born of a cold heart. Will they have mercy on you?

An illusion.

Its voiceless stench clogs the center of my core. Black, shadowy claws spreading from the inside out. Yet it is an illusion.

A dark, powerful and dangerous emotion. So strong that I feel its touch. Feel its existance. Know its strenghths and weaknesses. Know its main purpose. Its stand point. Yet I cant control it. Its wings like those of an eagle. sowing high above the clouds of rational thinking. lives akin to those of a cat. Yellowish eyes screaming torment. Ageless centuaries of pain and agony. A parasite.

The fear of ending up in one of those vulnerable, woody, cold coffins.

It is the way of all men. But the fear too much to reason out with. A white, cold corpse. Drained of blood. Dead organs that used to function to the amazement of the elites of human anatomy.Death's infinite embrace. A body that life ran away from. Left for the celebration in the maggot world.The feast of feasts. Turning flesh and bone into chaff . Unrecognizable grey ash that cant spell out who I ever was.

The fear of losing my life.

Were it other hands,

then I would have been happy,

jumped and shouted with joy,

that my spirit would finally be free.

Were it other pircing eyes,

the look of malice and loathing etched deeply within,

then I would have braced myself for the holiday awaiting me,

one I had slaved myself for.

Were it an unfamiliar mouth,

twisting with rage,teeth set in a snare

then I would have been halfway packing my bags for the vacation.

Were it an obscurted, impenetrable heart

that danced out of tune with mine,

then I would have been glad of the torrents,

let them carry me and drown in its ferocity.

But it had to be you,

A familiar friend.

A best friend.

A soul mate.

Offered comfort when doors shut on my face,

crafty fingers that bridged the gap widening in my chest.

It had to be you,

My secrets’ carrier.

My armor bearer.

A store room of treasured moments.

Ha! funny that I thought I could outrun you,

when we built all the hiding paces together.

Your eyes, your ever watchful eyes,

left me no other choice but to fight.

But how could I have fought?

I loved you.

I let my cold withered body die in your hands,

hands that showed me joy,

hands that were going to show me doom.

Tied on the railroad,

the organ that once beat for you

beating frantically and threatening to break my ribcage.

The tunnel;black and savagery

the mimic of a labyrinth,

was the reflection of your own heart,

So many facets and stretching on all sides.

The train did come,

leaving a trail of destruction in its wake,

carrying a melodious tune of angels

coming to collect a lost soul.

You stood on the adjoining tunnel

smoking away the memories we had,

another tunnel stretching endlessly behind you.

Your face,

a mask of joy and contentment.

I couldnt cry,

as much as i wanted to.

I wanted everything to end too,

steeled myself for the pain to come.

But not the kind of pain that breathes and lives in my heart.

I felt it close, drumming.

An earth tremor that was bound to take my own life...

But the metals on my trail rebelled and joined on yours,

the tears rolled down,

gushing and purnishing

salting my eyes.

But washed away the betrayal that stared down on me with mockery.

Too dazed by the light,

You stood stock still,

and the train never noticed you on its journey home...

It wasn't what I wanted,

It wasn't what I had planned,

It wasn't the exact thought,

You thought I carried the whole day

Yet it so freely came from my mouth.

But the best part,

You believed it.

As a young girl,

Tought to honour and love ,

Live and let live,

Value and be value,

I honoured so to be honoured.

The black...

A people under it

Who makes a nation

Become a nation,

And in it,

A symbiosis mode

Between the young and the old.

The white...

Peace without measure,

In the light of day and,

In the dark of night,

Dawn or dask,

For we are at the end of the tunnel.

The green...

The earth itself,

Houses every life,

Balancing the ecosystem.

The red...

Blood shed as ransom

For a beteer tomorrow,

A better nation,

A better beginning,

Whose end

Am eager to be a part of,

For the end to something is better than its beginning.