I walk alone on the darkest of night
And though alone am not filled with fright
Most people’s heart would race fearing attack
But I walk slowly and never look back
This journey I am on, much has been lost
But I march forward no matter the cost
My destination, not abroad nor even home
But to nowhere, so until it is found, I shall roam
As I walk, within my mo=ind I sink
And it is a place on the brink
Of Chaos War and Misdeeds
On the suffering of others it does feed
And as thoughts fill this wicked mind
Abandoning all things nice and kind
I can accept death death and pick up the slack
So I can walk faster, but still never look back