Walk of nothingness
I walk slow really slow I look around to see if someone is watching I hide the load that I carry on my soul It is same as you carry but you hide The solace in nothingness and weary days and nights The echos of failure are haunting and no one is spared At that station where no one comes and no one departs I am stuck in my side of chains Stories of faith and victory are just tales to be told I am not the one who does not have flaws My scars are mine, not for your tea time talk. Left the light and shine behind, the night does not become day anymore. I stop look around and keep walking.