Running

Running,
Just runaway from my pain,
the wind in my hair,
my dress as it flows in the midnight air,
i cant find her anywere i go,
were did she went,
i need her here,
but now the killer is after me,
friend were r u,
this looks like nightmare,
the trees are dead,
its only dirt on the ground,
i am wearing a white victorian dress,
it pulls me down when i am running
but runing from my pormble,
and the killer is killing my heart,
i miss her so,
she was to young to died,
she has many dream,
but that dreams is dead now,
like she is,
i trap over a wood,
and when i look down,
i saw her tombstone,
saying,
R.I.P Sara
May she be missed.
and I feel a warm tear coming out my eye.
then i know what i was running from.