Chasing Dark

As I drewl spit into your mouth, you moan. Strange how things work out considering I'm already gone My body is still here but nothing else remains. If people knew about this I'd end up in bolts and chains. I ran through the fields, I ran through the park. I ran from the moring chasing dark. Once there was light in this racing heart. With seconds left to live, I end up in your arms Or anyone's. Now I find comfort in unmade beds and soft skin. For a moment or two I leave this cage of flesh I'm in. Who I was, who I am and who I will become Are matters that mean nothing to me, I just run.