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.