centipede

on the brazen grounds i crawl,

wrapped in the dust.

i wasn't here the first,

but i'd be the last.

i am your centipede.

on the narrow lane of sunshine,

dampened in ways no one ever knew,

a thorny hedge somehow grew.

and it now blocks the destined path of mine.

i am your centipede.

the days of dark dawns and darker nights-

the ones i run away from,

keep chasing me, i'm outta my home.

the first gnaws on my heart

and i think i don't have much of a start

(i'll be chased down)

i would be the centipede.