I know there is something after me
What it is I cannot see

I run, I hide, I dodge
But from my trail this thing I cannot dislodge

It stays just out of sight
I cannot get away from it, try as I might

I cannot let it win
I know if it does, I’ll never function again

I will keep on running
For I know this thing is very cunning

Then as I awake completely out of breath
I know this thing is what they call death