Darkness
I wander through darkness.
It is somehow cold.
Is a colour some sort of life?
Is it living? Or is it just me?
I wander through darkness.
A living dark, which beats in a rythm.
Why do I wander through darkness?
How did I end up in this space?
What happened,
that I deserve this - this loneliness,
this uneasy feeling of being here.
Tell me: What happened,
that my soul had to die?