Walking out side is like waking up from life, there is no escaping it. Natural light in my eyes beating me down, there is no escaping it. It does not like my ways. I lock myself inside, with every intention of escaping it. It hunts me down from dawn to dust. The night my only ally. I would bring it down, but that would be an act of ultimate destruction. There is no escaping it.
No Escaping It