These are the ashes of time
No phoenix in sight
No train of thought to catch
At the empty station – relic of the past
Insipid, worthless, vacuous, monotonous
A map of pitilessness
Guiding into heartlessness
No inner compass to orient
No beginning without an end
Black hole life? Oblivion?
I must leave behind
No home for me
Here in this darkened wasteland time
So monochrome
No home for me
When all I see is black and white
Moving forward means leaving behind
This map of pitilessness
A route into deadheartedness
Ruins
They capture splinters of my past – my shattered days
A lifetime made of debris, ember and of dust
I tramp, I stray, I roam
No home for me
Here in this darkened wasteland time
So monochrome
No home for me
When all I see is black and white
Moving forward means leaving behind
shadows starving
lurking for new lights to kill
No way to navigate through this dreariness
No ray to illuminate a path towards the end
No past to relive – all covered with ashes
Leave behind – the only chance to move on from here
Leave behind
Change of mind
Leave behind
No home for me
Here in this darkened wasteland time
So monochrome
No home for me
When all I see is black and white
Moving forward means leaving behind