Soliloquy

My masked friend turns up here again
And with no shame
I try to run
And I’m nearly done.

He has a way of always finding me
We are meant to be
I scrape my way
But my friend’s here to stay.

He has a way of speaking to me
He just wants me to see
He’s trying to make me wear
Death beyond any repair.

My hooded villain doesn’t seem willing to go
Away from his foe
He doesn’t mind, doesn’t know
That I can always say, “No.”

My masked sinner will always stay here
My soul to him is dear
I try to run
But my spirit hears none.