through the eternal dark I flee
while the monsters chase me with glee
through the shrubs I run
hoping they don't make fun
of my staggering gait
long have I fled
far too much have I bled
I know now
the end is near
everything I held dear
will not matter
log after log I cross
they are slippery; covered with moss
my feet splash in the blood red waters
my spirit shatters
as I near my end
I try to mend
my soul
but it is too late
the demons, they are my own
I must reap what I have sown
a cold wind has blown
through the eternal dark I flee
hoping to jump in the inferno