Running to my Death

I can't keep running on forever, keeping up my pace.
I'm always falling behind until I see your smiling face.

At that, I gain a dosage of power and I break loose in a burst of speed.
I'm catching up to you, as though I've just been freed.

As the space between us gets smaller and I am closer to you, I begin to lose all strength and get lethargic.
What's happening to me? This isn't quite logic.

Like stepping in thick, mucky mud, I am deterred and I slow down my pace.
You turn evil and mean, with a scowl instead upon your face.

I stop reluctantly, against my greatest will and with all of my might.
Why are you so angry with all of your venomous spite?

I begin to retreat, though in confusion and daze,
hoping to dear God that it's just a sick, demented phase.

Can't you see through your hating eyes that I will do just about anything for you?
I am now alone and lost, I don't know what to do.

My light of desperate hope, weak but true, has blown out.
All I want to do is scream and shout.

But instead I kneel over in defeat...
falling to your feet...

and die...