Run (Until You're Out Of Our Breath)
Continue running.
Run until your ankles bleed. Run until every ounce of fat slides off your already shrivelled body. Run until you burn the muscles that propel you forward. Run perhaps so that you might sleep. But you don’t, you run there too. You awake exhausted because you keep running in your sleep.
I can’t outrun you. But I will try.
Alternate Title: If I’m Going To Be Depressed, I Might As Well Get Really Good At Something