Dans le fond des forÍts votre image me suit.
I run through the forests, fast as light, quiet as a
But something is still there, chasing me, laughing at
I scream in protest, yell in anger, it is deaf to my
I run through the forests, terror in my heart.
It is gaining on me, I may not escape.
It will always be right behind me.
Running through the forests of my world, it chases
I keep running in fear, it is still behind me.
I must run to live, to escape from it.
The forest is endless, tree after tree.
I can not hide from it, it will always find me.
It says it is a part of me, and will always chase me in the
I keep running in fear, in anger.
I yell for it to go away, but it chases me still.
I can not take it much longer.
I slow down.
I refuse to keep running from it.
I turn to face it, ready to kill or be killed.
Much to my surprise, I see myself staring at myself.