Landscape running through the devil’s tunnel
Gasping for breath, into the vantage landscape of dread,
Filled with violence and frustrations
Pangs of hunger… Oliver’s twist;
I stoop low to ask for more
Trivial barriers here and there, outraged, it sucks.
The journey was far and deep into the very threshold of faceless kings
Taking a turn to welcome and become my guard
My path was long and broad… I shortened it, to arrive at… destination.
The shortcut was in fact, the endless route…
And I walked thousands of unseen miles
Through the horrible landscape that had no end