Scarecrow.

My feet slap the earth,
in time with the sirens.
Pumping as fast as I can,
still knowing you'll find me.

You're breathing down my neck,
making this a twisted game.
Everytime I spin around,
you're vanished in the rain.

This desert is flooded,
the rain forests run dry.
I can't hide anymore,
only lay down and cry.