When metal cleaves bone. When hope is left alone. It's not pain that I fear. Nor the head of the spear. It's the shadows of the mind. It's the closed vision-blind. In those moments I run. Like a waiting trap, sprung. Like a bullet shot, stung. In those moments I run. When no treasure is secure. When the malady has no cure. It's not danger that I fear. Nor the whispering ear. It's the lack of a lasting future. It's the never-healing suture. In those moments I run. Like the horizon chasing sight. Like dusk chasing daylight. In those moments I run. When words have no sense. When belief has no evidence. It's not others that I fear. Nor the smile and the tear. It's the pure unfiltered insanity. It's the beast called humanity. In those moments I run. Like the sane man I am. Like the lion from the lamb. In those moments I run.