Death, and Decay

The pain is growing sharper,
the more I run, the more I can sense them.
They're gaining on me,
what do I do to keep myself distant?
I can't realize,
that this is my day.
Death,
and decay.

Their screams are getting louder,
saying, "Please stop, we're not here to hurt you!"
But I know they are,
or else I wouldn't be running, would you?
All I ask,
is to just stop and let me go.
But you won't,
now I am on my own.
Death,
and decay.

Where am I running to?
Is this place important?
I am so confused,
why am I running to an dead end?
My life is loosing interest,
as they gain on me.
Please,
don't let me bleed.
I beg you,
please.
Death,
and decay.

Finally,
here's the end.
It's time to stop running,
and face it.
I am.
Death,
and decay.