Death of a Sceptic

Outside the boundaries, existing in the dark Rational thought dismissing the possibility But all alone in the shadows, walking further on The circle of accepted reality expands Your pulse quickens Looking behind you, what did you see There's no such thing, you keep repeating Until you hear a sound right behind you Lost Your panic barely held at bay A presence Breaking the lie that you accepted Panic Your beating heart betrays you Run Blindly into the dark You would never think of yourself as a true believer Critical sceptic, scoffing at others claims But it's too much to hold onto your disbelief When you can hear the sounds of the hunter in your pursuit