escape from crime and insanity

i depart in secret, in mind, another time

joggers legs are held down and forces contradict

slow and agonizing escape as entities are behind, waking and following

paranoia streams through my blood and trust is no option

i seek a savior dressed in a monks attire, cold clammy hands hold mine

although filled with doubt, i proceed for i am hopeless

looking upon his face he wears a grin foreseeing my end.