Drawing energy from anguish and pain, I continue ahead in desperation to find the light in this darkness.
Uncertainty and fear envelope my being. Desire and will to live push me forward and closer to hope.
Shadows and demons from the grave rush through me. Despair and helplessness hold me down to the ground,
Realisation and acceptance of my fiends bring back the buried and forgotten pain in tides incomprehensible.
In desperate urge to live I shout a battle cry tears streaming down my battered face. Remnants of my anguished cry bounce off the wall in a distance unknown.
The disappearing sounds feed life to my dying soul. The darkness becomes a beacon of light, guiding me to the long awaited hope.
As I step out of the darkness into my hope, I turn around to face the darkness and torment...
"Thank you...your echoes helped me find my way home..."