I walk down this solitary road,
footsteps following attentively behind me,
I cautiously turn around, nobody,
But I can feel you there, watching, waiting.
I’m surrounded by trees, ready to reach out and grab me,
their branches so intimidating and strong,
I feel as if they are stalking me.
This road in which I walk upon,
Is damp, long and dark,
The only light shines down from the moonlit sky
shadows hanging over me,
I can’t even trust my own shadow,
Its following me, it won’t leave.
The sound of silence, nothing can be heard,