Just Behind, The Hunt

did you hear that

can you feel it

or is that my own past ascending on me

full of my old regrets and those failures

nailed like a sin to a tree

covered in shame and rejection

picking the scabs till they bleed

a constant, comparative projection

of the person that I'll never be

do you see it

can you believe it

I thought that one day

I would make my escape

shed the past, creating

a new me on the way

but, it's found me again

there's no more hiding now

all the struggle and pain

rise in that dead hell hounds howl

tracking my scent

giving my place away

my fifteen minutes spent

and my fate is at bay

the sweat leaves a trail

unmistakably mine

and soon my entrails

will feed his whole bloody line

is it my destiny

is it all justified

I don't know why I didn't see it coming

I guess should have known the whole time

that my past would catch up

I suppose it always does

all the sweat, tears and blood

fill fingerprints in my glove

so I will just close my eyes

delay the looking behind

hope that sweet justice is blind

and my ending will be kind

but the question that lingers

in the back of my mind

that string tied on my finger

that was meant to remind

did I fulfill a purpose

in my coming and going

or am I am to become

another part of the unknowing