Photo of the artist Lesion

Shadows, Shadows (Part I)

Lesion


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.

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