Needless Things: Run for Your Life

The night breathes heavy — the air tastes wrong, Streetlights flicker like they know what’s gone. Her shoes slap pavement, heartbeat drums, Something wicked behind her hums.

Branches claw like desperate hands, The forest swallows her trembling plans. Moonlight cuts her silhouette thin, She runs from hell wearing mortal skin.

A whisper slithers through the trees, A laugh — too close — carried on the breeze. Her breath is knives, her pulse a scream, Reality fractures like a fever dream.

Blood in her throat, sweat in her eyes, Fear paints halos where safety dies. Every shadow holds his grin, Every echo calls her sin.

She knows his steps, she’s heard them before, Each one a promise, each one a war. The night won’t help, the stars just stare, Death’s perfume thickens the air.

Her lungs are glass, her will is fire, She runs fueled only by desire — To see the dawns light, to finally kill the knife, To survive this night, she has to run for her life NNN