In my existential emptiness
I feel a force, which goes deeply into me

I see loneliness,
I see nobody,

Cold walls hinder my calm
When the noise is loud it is better,
It turns me away from my thoughts

Shadows I see passing are only illusions
Torments lie in me,
Because I'm just a tired shadow
Too tired to live
Later I'll walk with bowed head
Sunk in my images

Shadows, shadows:
Walking in line making chaos