Jogging

There is a fountain of blood
Pouring onto the street
And it's cooling the cinders
That burn under your feet
Here comes a whisper
Flowing gently through the air
Moving over tthe grass
And not stopping to stare
It calls quietly
"Return to me"
Your feet are wet
And your nails pale and grey
Body is paralyzed
Like a whale trapped in a bay
The wind blows hard
Making it hard to hear
The plant grow weak
And stems start to break
Trees grow hearts
For each one that you take
Insomnia drives you crazy
You run on your feet
Stopping in the city
And laying in the street