C.H.A.S.E
C.H.A.S.E


Why the shadows of you?
Still, Haunt me;
As I run through these mazes,
Trying to hide;
Still, you caught me;
On the edge.
A gone tale;
Still, Burns;
The Heart;
Why not a Retreat asks
The Soul?
Yet, the pursuit is on,
To gain me from ME.