A Poem about a bunny
Run and hide
Little thing
Back to the home
In the dark
Burrow hole
Anxiety is coming
Reaching with it's shadowy hands
Reaching with it's filthy claws
Extinguishing the spark
Run and hide
The dreams shall give you no shelter
Can you feel it?
The clock is ticking little one
Shadows grow larger
You keep asking yourself
When did the colors disappear
Facing your own face in the mirror
Watching days fade
Your own mortality getting closer on every step
Like a shadow you can't escape
Little thing
Back to the home
In the dark
Burrow hole
Anxiety is coming
Reaching with it's shadowy hands
Reaching with it's filthy claws
Extinguishing the spark
Run and hide
The dreams shall give you no shelter
Can you feel it?
The clock is ticking little one
Shadows grow larger
You keep asking yourself
When did the colors disappear
Facing your own face in the mirror
Watching days fade
Your own mortality getting closer on every step
Like a shadow you can't escape
Credits
Writer(s): Petri Hukka
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