The Runners

There are no friends here now

Only mercenaries with knives out 

Concrete faces 

belied by darting eyes

And the sour smell 

of fear among the crowd

Night brings no relief 

Only sweat soaked troubled sleep

Thin stretched dreams of release

Behind the secret we must keep

Heavy falls the night where 

Waking is the nightmare 

Screams are silent 

And the silence screams

And no sunlight finds its way there

It was raining on the night we ran

Broken ones with broken plans

I could hear your breath behind me

Feel the dried blood on my hands 

Falling snow and moon lit path

Moving patterns of shadows cast

Flares drift down above the trees 

And the dogs howl at our backs

Heavy falls the night where 

Waking is the nightmare 

Screams are silent 

And the silence screams

And no sunlight finds its way there