Being chased Through the Barren woods By a pack of Merciless beasts Winter winds Burns his skin Branches tear At his flesh He can feel Their breath At his heels Their malice Filled howls Echoes through The forest Fear creeps up His spine Tearing at His mind His cries Can not be heard Swallowing him whole Run for your life Stare at your demise Stop make a stand There is no escape Aching Body bleeding Wounds Each step Is a struggle As the lungs Tightens in He strives To breath As fatigue Takes over His body Heavy as stone The endless Run Has taken Its toll The night Comes to an end Will he ever See the sun Rise again Run for your life Stare at your demise Stop make a stand There is no escape