Running to Darkness

Short breaths,
Quick breaths,
A glance each way,
Breaking out in a run,
Then quick reduction to strides,
Escape mere inches away,
A brown door, a black gate,
Pandora's box in oneself
Unleashed, taunts one to run away
Into the darkness inside,
To the voices in one's head
Which whispers freedom,
Price to be paid in blood.