Marked
Walking down the street
In the darkness of the sunset
In the corner of my eye
I see another set
Walking faster
Picking up pace
I hear footsteps
Doing the same
My pursuer is coming
Faster and faster it comes
I see it now
As clear as the sun
Her body is small, ghost like
Skin weathered and marked
Chips and cracks
Feather her body
As in a dance
Brown eyes analzying
At all I take in
"Who are you?" I ask
"Don't be scared, for
I am you"
In the darkness of the sunset
In the corner of my eye
I see another set
Walking faster
Picking up pace
I hear footsteps
Doing the same
My pursuer is coming
Faster and faster it comes
I see it now
As clear as the sun
Her body is small, ghost like
Skin weathered and marked
Chips and cracks
Feather her body
As in a dance
Brown eyes analzying
At all I take in
"Who are you?" I ask
"Don't be scared, for
I am you"