The night is still no sound comes forth
There is no movement save for my own
I see nothing but the ground I walk
I know not how long I have been traveling
Nor to where my destination lies
I have no companions at this late hour
Save the ethereal ghosts that occupy my mind
I speak but no audible words come forth
I know not what the current time is
It matters not only the path that I walk
Concerns me overpowering all else
The pace I walk differentiates greatly
Sometimes so quickly almost a run
And others so slowly to glance about
My mind burns with memories that fuel the pain
So many things have transpired
That my head is a jumble of images
And so I walk and walk
The road has given my pity a path to walk upon
It is not enough that my mind is on fire
But that I must physically weary myself as well
I must do everything in my power
To punish myself for the deeds that I have committed
And so I walk