Are you strong enough to walk beside me in the shadowlands through purgatory and the blistering heat of my personal h*** where darkness creatures feed on sorrows, guilt and mistakes faces become disordered and buckled like glass on a fire. I lose my strength and my perception of time and reality fall, fall, hitting my palms against rock and splinters, bleeding out years of tears from every pore weakly whimpering until limp pick myself up again and find my way back. Are you strong enough?