I'm close.
You can run, but where will you hide now?
You chase me down
I can end it all
This is my game now
You are locked in my cage
Flooded with grief and rage
Your capture has crawled
Snuck out of its place
And now your balance
Will teeter at the weight
Of a single body
Being dragged by gravity
To rest in front of the eyes
Of the audience
Your audience
This is where your turn arrives
The roulette continues
You want a display
I'll give it to you
For the world will be the museum
And everyone
Will know the painting
And its origin