Running from Myself

I run through the darkness, away from the monster behind me. 

I trip, stumble, and fall, but I keep going.

I finally make it out of these deep, dark woods,

just to trip on a stump.

I scooch backwards, and try to hop up, but the stump is ensnaring my leg. 

It is over, I know it. 

I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

My voice is trapped, too.

As the stup grows longer, into small, thick lines of vine, capturing my other leg, 

and running up my thigh,

and upper body. 

The monster is right in front of me, looking down at me,

as I look up, fear clearly shown in my eyes.

I scream, my voice is freed.

I scream for two reasons.

My neck is being covered by the stump's tightening vines, 

and the vines are making their way to my face.

But, the more important reason.

The fact, the monster I was running from, 

was me.

I realized, I wasn't running from any monster, 

I was running from

myself.

- Night Walker