Scarred, shattered, broken.
Touched by sorrow, shadowed with pain, I shamble on.
Towards some light, towards something.
Some hope to ease this pain
With nothing but sorrow in my heart, and suffering in my soul.
I shamble on.
With nothing obvious to gain, and only yet more to lose.
I continue to push, to press.
I continue to move, refusing to stop, refusing to rest.
For I know.
I know if I stop I lose that light, that wish, that singular goal.
I know, that if I stop, the pain will win, the sorrow consume me.
I will lose the last bastion left.
So, I can not stop, I continue to pull forward.
To carry on.
To crawl over this landscape of broken glass and sharp knives.
Holding on to the one thing I must never lose.