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