Rabbit Running Scared The sound of her voice resonates the room like a smell would, the syllable of every word drifts through the sunlight like dust and settles on every surface and every wall in the house. I'm a fading memory in this burning town, I need a place to lay my head, a place to call home but all I got was ashes. Not much of a home, it's more of a hell or a mental prison that stole my sanity long ago. Ashes of a world I'd forgot scattered across the surface. Chained to the chair and the dreams I envision, I'm sinking to the bottom and searching the ocean floor, finding solace in places I'd thought I'd lost it. A broken reflection, a door I'd close and never open. Like the door to my coffin. Salvation is no more a dream than a nightmare. #life's the hungry dog with its teeth to my throat and I'm the rabbit running scared. Diving down the hole to escape this world, feverish skin melting snow. I could say follow the white rabbit to find your way home but if you see the rabbit you know the madness owns your mind. Look at the clock, it's already half passed that time. Don't be late, tick tock, tick tock, The hour hands move in circles in fast motion as the world spins out from underneath my feet. I find myself a stranger to my surroundings with no name walking aimlessly down the street with nowhere to be. Coming to a fork in the road, I took the path that lead the farthest away from home and never looked back. Now madness owns me.