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In my dream I run through hallways,
Alone except for jeering shade,
Then the footsteps sound behind me,
And I know He has joined the chase.
Panic makes my heart race faster,
Breath come harder, and slows my pace.

I know what'll happen if he finds me,
So on I go, ever forward,
Away from all those pounding steps.

Ever closer, He draws nearer,
And yet still slower do I go.
I can't move faster, so I stop,
And turn, fists raised, to face my fear.

Then it's on me, pain so clear,
It feels it'll pierce me through and through.
Light comes streaming from those wounds,
And then I feel my heart escape,
My soul soon follows, then my spirit,
And then the light is gone.

I'm alone, alone in darkness,
Nothing but an empty husk.