Endless

Silent steps on the eerie road. The darkest of nights surround me, like I've never seen before. The moon and the stars are elsewhere, the light vanished from this world. The only shadow there is lies inside of me. A decaying version of what used to be me but now, this thin self is about to turn into smoke.

The cold wind blows in this barren world, I can hear the dry tree branches move. I closed my eyes, in order to listen to that dead symphony. Death...it surely took by storm this place. Life fled with the stars, guided by the moon. They hid inside the only shadow left in this world and, with it, will become history.

I look back and see an endless path. I try to fugure out how long has it been since I started to walk down this road. How long has it been like this? At first the road was a promise of life and happiness but now...the road died...so did I.

I try to find the end of the way in the distance, but the darkness lies like a grim blanket preventing me to making out what's ahead. Perhaps it's better this way..who knows. What if the road went through the horizon? What would be the point of wandering forever in this dead place? At least these walls give me some sort of hope.

Hope...for now because it lies inside my dying soul and when the end reaches me, I'll be definetly alone and lost in this road to nowhere where not even life exists, where a sould cannot keep living, where the sky turns into a statement of death and sadness.