Blinder Faiths.

White light shines.
Backlight trails.
They follow the screams…
Screeching out with my nails.
With a hand stuck in,
And a palm flat out,
I can still feel dismay,
On this shadow-cast route.
My eyes are blind,
Tongue laps the atmosphere.
I thirst for a love…
One sent far away from here.

Soon, they will find me.
Then they're going to get you.
They’ll soon try to reach me...

I won't let them get you.