‘run back to yesterday’

tearing through hedges
briars and thorns
boots muddied
hands bloodied
and shirt torn
racing away from the dawn
trying to run back to yesterday
hide from the sunrise
wish it away
stumbling along across the
sodden moor
it still smells like the murder
that time here before
i run ’til i fall
tripped into a grave
pull the cadaver across me
and dream of yesterday
when i felt alive
and when i was still warm
before i was scorched by the sun
and my skin became tattered and torn
i’m at the edge of madness
or so it would seem
as i never remember my dreams

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