Running

Oppressors come infested, testing adrenaline,
while entropy pulls and swoops slowly.
Any move could be fatal, stay the better man,
I keep closest to the lowest, they know me.

Hold focus, unbroken, nothing unchecked,
fumes fill my veins, keep on shifting.
One eye wide open, the other stays wrecked,
like a subconscious parasite co existing.

Antagonists wait for us to spring first,
instincts receive danger, death on my trail.
The line between paranoia and vigilance blurs,
determined to see through the eyes of the frail.
Giant stone buildings watch over their trash,
I float in the street like a ghost sweeping ash.