Time freezes
Locked in a stasis, runners position
Eyes aimed forward, every muscle tensed
Released like a spring as the hands begin their journey
Beaten bruised broken
Consuming fear to achieve adrenaline
Trading hope for an endless sacrifice stolen from Time
Fallen, forgotten, faceless
Deep rage stirs lighting up the shadow, the remnants of the sun
Pen clenched, a key and map, write a path to victory
Voices slowly growing, whispers, shouts, screams, roars
Quaking the flaming soul and blazing heart
The hands begin the end
Writer, Runner, Believer
Possessed by something deep within, a fire
Born from the depths of loss, the tongue of silence
He is beaten bruised broken fallen forgotten faceless
He is a writer runner believer
He is a failure
He is the one who looks out in the darkness
He is the one who found what can only be seen within
He will rise