As I walk towards the evil, I see a jungle filled with branches, going upheaval. 

Will I remain myself or just a see through?

I’ve never acted out. 

I don't want to free fall from innocence, so I'm moving with diligence.

Hearing the sharpness in their instruments. 

All I feel is a rush, knowing I'm considered an immigrant, to sorrow and the mischievous. 

There's no looking back.

The arrest on my heart is getting close to cardiac as I stare into the vast. 

The madness attracts, while my sanity subtracts. 

Adjusting to the black, will this be my last?

Is this how the good ones die young? 

Creatures slowly arising, their red eyes reviving, trying to make me forget what I've been sacrificing. 

This light I carry needs to be held tightly, cause my insides are spinning and this stair case is frightening.

Still, I keep walking up. 

Knowing my task is too important, so I keep forming dust.

Behind me is darker, in front of me seems farther, but this journey will lead me to the beast I call the monster.