Common Thread Through the Chaos?

Running, running, running with my feet too slow,

Slowly dripping poison pours from giant hands.

Hand me the gun, “aim for where the venom flows,”

Flow into the river, rips me far from land.

Landing all the punches, on my face they rain,

Raindrops from storm clouds sweep the poison away.

“A way to save your skin is to embrace the pain,”

Pained expression, looking at how much I weigh.

Weighing all my options and the choice is clear,

Clear off all the dishes, quick, ‘fore grandma sees!”

Seize me by the hair, she drags me to the rear,

Rearing up on two legs, asthmatic wolf, wheeze.

Wheezing out an ancient song to mother moon,

Mooning my old neighbor ‘cause he called me young.

Young stars fall like poison raindrops from the dunes,

Dunes the size of mountains once the bell is rung.

Wrung out my old T-shirt, I think I’m still chased,

Chaste until my wedding night, not far off now.

Now I hear the monsters come while I still race,

Racing heart, slow-running feet, I’ll live, I vow.

Vow to seek revenge for my lover, the king,

King of men and monsters, with his claws he’d maul.

Maul my back to ribbons, so I must grow wings,

Wings don’t fly in dreams, so to the ground I fall.