The pain of the chase
\nOne hell of a race
\nThe cry of the hounds
\nThere just were no grounds
\nFor giving me hell
\nFor casting a spell
\nThe vilest embrace
\nFor what is a disgrace<\/p>\n
My heart pounding so
\nA gut wrenching blow
\nMy legs tight and splaying
\nMy whole body saying
\nYou need to lay quietly
\nSomewhere remote
\nHide for a while
\nSomewhere worthy of note<\/p>\n
Head down and eyes closed
\nA cavernous stop
\nLet the debacle
\nRun riot, just flop
\nDown in the coolness
\nA soft downy vale
\nAway from the melee
\nAway from the trail<\/p>\n
But sadly impossibly
\nThe violent men
\nHunters of evil
\nThey don\u2019t know when
\nTo give up their chase
\nTo let us wild deer
\nLive in the forest
\nWhere favour and fear<\/p>\n
Accompany doubt
\nThe splurge of the rough
\nThe ugliness surfaces
\nWe\u2019ve had enough
\nChased by the rabid
\nTheir teeth closer to
\nTheir rotten saliva
\nAnd breath it\u2019s true<\/p>\n
Where can I run to
\nThe river maybe
\nInto its depths
\nI will never feel free
\nA crash of the water cold on my back
\nThe hounds are upon me
\nTheir vilest attack
\nFangs sunk and bloody
\nAgony reigns
\nWildness is awful
\nThe ugliest chains
\nOf tragic ambition
\nOf violence abroad
\nThey are gulping great lumps of me
\nI can\u2019t. afford.<\/p>\n
Goodbye dear life
\nFarewell spirit, I
\nAm being eaten
\nMy question is why
\nA shot rings out loudly
\nThe hunters are here
\nThe heartless the scum bags
\nOf course they appear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The pain of the chase One hell of a race The cry of the hounds There just were no grounds For giving me hell For casting a spell The vilest embrace For what is a disgrace My heart pounding so … Continue reading