I walk ...
My clothes in shambles,
my body ravaged and torn,
with deep cuts and bruises ...
I still walk ...

A shapeless figure follows me ...
Its cloak wraped in the darkeness ...
The shallow sound of its steps
echoing in the desolate landscape ...
where I walk...

The figure, the shadow,
prolongs its arms
reaching for my ankles,
draging me down ...
Swirl of pain follows,
and the figure lets out
a victorious laugh ...
Yet I get up and walk ...

The shadow uncovers its face ...
It is everything ...
the distance ...
the reality ...
the people ...
It is everything that stands
between us ...
And I continue to walk ...

I walk ...
The pain is unbearable,
but I still walk ...
for you are waiting for me
on the other side of the cliff ...