i walk … along the roads, through the streets … with every pace i take, more and more become closer ‘IT’s insisting footsteps … i know, no matter where i go, ‘IT’s sticky gloom is following me … chasing me like a perilous shadow, tracking ghostly … i go… into the night, underneath the darkness … i am like a beetle running away from the light and from that who wants to kill itself … desperately searching for a nook and corner to hide… but ‘IT’s inescapable presence falls on my soul as a murk … there ‘IT’ is:…