The path seems soft, intangible even. Darkness sticks to my face as I walk down the empty hallway.
The road seems endless, corrosive, barren and dead. It clamps down on my legs, slowing me down, impeding my moves.
I cannot go back nor can I move forward quickly enough. I stumble on this road down the abyss of darkness. I yearn for sun.
There is no retribution.
Only the empty pit of his heart.