Every move I make,
the shadow lurks in the distance.
The faster I walk,
the faster it follows.

I feel scolding hot passion,
the shadow's warmth surrounds my existence.
Filters of scarlet, ruby, and carmine penetrate my sight,
it's inside, it's taken over.

Possessive cover, my body goes numb,
the shadow's taking me away.
Through the crimson view, I see my feet, my hands,
they move in directions I have no control.


I'm walking towards the noise, the unforgettable noise. It screams. Branches fall, pushing it's wrath closer to my doom. I walk straight. I can't stop, I can't turn around. *I'm walking into a fire, nothing can save me at this point.