Escape The Asylum Running away, faster and faster, He's following me, what a disaster, In his hand, a knife he clutches, In the other, a pair of crutches, Hearing the twigs snap on his every step, This man and I, we have already met, He met me down in Blade Wood, But I didn't want to see him, he understood, He escaped the asylum, still in his gown, Chasing me, on his face was a frown, He didn't seem to be normal, well of course not, His face was flushed, gasping, panting and hot, He didn't slow down, why was he chasing me? I don't get it at all, but now I see, I realised I didn't get chased in the first place, In fact, I didn't run, I got caught as soon as I stepped away, Beware when there is no sun, Lying on the leaves, With the dagger in my neck, Oozing out my precious blood, And away went my consciousness in a dream of blood red.