I walk the
shadowy paths of life alone.
No one to guide
me.
No one to
confide in.
I walk the ever
changing path.
In front of me I
see no future.
Behind I see no
past.
Today be what it
may.
And tomorrow
shall care for itself.
No one knows me.
No one knows who
I am.
I feel so alone
in the darkness of the night.
Not a glimmer of
light.
None.
I feel a
coldness descending.
It is a numbing
cold, blessed.
Nothing can
penetrate my cloak of coldness.
No man has
succeeded.
Nor woman.
If not for the
cold, I would be broken.
Like shattered
glass.
Nothing is left.
I am empty but
for fiery rage and bitterly cold grief.
Working towards
some end that I can’t see
I keep moving
until I see my end
Unknown end.
I can’t see any
end
I lie and cheat
and steal until I am lost to what I used to know.
Life is wandering
away from me…
I am walking,
without a purpose, destination
There is no way
to go
There are
infinite ways, paths
I do not see
Vision means
nothing
Life is
meandering toward me
And all this is
all shit.