Chasing Dark - Henric de la Cour

As I drewl spit into your mouth, you moan

Strange how things work out considering I’m already gone

My body is still here but nothing else remains

If people knew about this I’d end up in bolts and chains

I ran through the fields, I ran through the park

I ran from the moring chasing dark

Once there was light in this racing heart

With seconds left to live, I end up in your arms

Or anyone’s

Now I find comfort in unmade beds and soft skin

For a moment or two I leave this cage of flesh I’m in

Who I was, who I am and who I will become

Are matters that mean nothing to me, I just run