A Place to Run? Or A Place to Hide?

Screams of heart, Pricks of needle. Shivers of the Cadaver, Breaking of thunder! How can't I wonder? Lying crushed on the land of tormentors. Little did they realize, How hard they made me cry. The moment I asked, Is there a place to run? Or a place to hide? A pair of sight, Staring deep, dark into my eyes. An unspoken question reclined: "Why are you still alive? Why didn't you die?" Lightning struck up high, Leaving my undescribed condition behind. Quivering digits seized the pen tight. Praying and begging, I asked: Is there a place to run? Or a place to hide? A question came to my mind, How shall I write when- Feet remained immobilized, Lips left paralyzed, Tears dropping, symbolized, The horrified ache of angina Whispered a final byeee! May now you tranquil, May now you alleviate, Since I reached that place Where none can penetrate. It's known as Paradise, Completely different from my mind's eyes. Is it the place to run? Or a place to hide?