Black Road


Black road. Dark. No escape.
No memories. No help. I stand alone.
Death lines the road.
Utter darkness claws at my throat.
But there is a light at the end of every tunnel.
I walk down the path of endless journey.
I wander blindly through barren fields and fruitless orchards.
Tendrils of gray smoke pull me back.
Thorns scrape my thin body,
But there is a light at the end of every tunnel.
I trip over skulls and fall on my bare hands.
Black Road. Stretches to eternity. No hope.
Demons threaten to devour me.
Death creeps slowly upon me.
But I must keep on, for there is a light at the end of every tunnel.
Disease and famine cloud my vision.
Cold hands grip my throat as I stumble down the road.
Black Road. Where do you lead? Will despair follow me forever?
A beast pushes me down, but I keep fighting.
I claw my way down that road,
For there is a light at the end of every tunnel.
Skeletal tree branches blind me.
I lose all hope.
I begin to die on that Black Road when I see a light.
I pick up my broken body and stumble towards the light.
I have hope, for there is a light at the end of every tunnel.

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