Running

Running

running from it all

running to where it cannot follow

to security, home

but i am to slow

it grabs me

like a weed it chokes me

of all i have

it tears down my shields

these shields of light and love

throws them away

destroys them

kills my hope

my thoughts, my dreams

tearing through me

pulled out of me

discarded like trash

i am angered

this thing has harmed me

taken my light

but it knows to avoid

my thoughts, dreams and hopes

yet it doesn't

it takes them for pleasure

suddenly i am consumed with power

power that is not mine

it blazes, revealing my assultant

all though i already knew

it surprises me

for who thought

that Satan, lord of all evil

could look sad?