staggering on my feet, i wipe my face with blood stained hands.

struggling to survive, i witness my comrades fall. taking gut wounds, writhing on the ground for hours screaming in agony before ceasing their breath.

forgive me friends, i must go on. to my purpose, destination, my master, my dreams and ambition.

i cry out when the thorns pierce into my arms, shed my tears in pain. battered, bruised and wounded, i keep crawling

it challenges me, it threatens. dangerous and dark, it is all but beckoning.

yet my stupidity and ego drives me on.

i fight my losing battles, for I shall not be victorious.