The demon walks after me. I do not even run anymore.
I shiver in the cold, wet night. My feet are raw and sore.
I came out to mountains to escape, but I was found.
The silence in this night, in this dark, is worse than any sound.
I was chosen by him, he marked me as a child.
What is it in naive innocence, that a demon is so beguiled?
The stars fill up the sky, but they do not see us down here.
The demons has hounded me, taken all that is dear.
I feel his cold hand on my shoulder, and I fall to my knees.
I look up at the stars, smell damp earth, as I’m take beyond the trees.