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.