Run away! Run away!

The cries grow stronger inside my head.

But I am scared.

Scared to stay but even more of where my escape will lead.

There is nowhere I can run, nowhere to hide.

Even to the ends of the earth, my enemy shall always follow.

No one can save me, even the few that bother to try.

For my opponent is to cunning to fall into a trap, but too strong to be overcome.

It knows my every move me every fear and weakness.

Until the end of time, it shall hunt me.

Knowing every moment, I grow weaker.

No. No god can save me, no man, not even death will halt its pursuit.

For this foe is not of flesh and blood not even spirit.

This hunter is more deadly than all else.

For this advisory I must defeat is my own mind.