The Battle Of An Angel

They’re all looking for me.
I can’t escape.
I try and hide but they always find me.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
It’d be easy if it was just one of them.
But there’s more.
They don’t work together.
They’re fighting each other.
They’re fighting each other while they search for me.
I see their eyes peering around at me from corners.
Lurking in the dark.
They’re all different colours.
Piercing blue.
Vibrant green.
One I can’t even describe.
And one,
One so red.
Dark. Blood. Red.
There’s more, dark, light, piercing, vibrant, killing, staring, watching, following.
They’re everywhere.
If I give into them, one will succeed.
But I don’t want one to succeed.
I don’t want to be caught.
So I run.
I run as far away as I can.
I fool them.
I lead them in the wrong direction.
I get rid of them by hurting them.
The words echo in my head.
The story.
The tale.
The legend.
But this story.
It needs an end.

So I disappear.