Nothingman

The fog rolls in,
It is thick and gloomy.
Nothing looks like it should,
A shipwreck of depleted colour.

On this nameless street I walk,
Passing me by are pale blank faces.
Lacking all facial features,
Making me the different one.

A haunting reality this is,
I cannot speak.
There is no noise,
As the barren walk by.

The silence is controlling,
The silence is strange.
I am the one with a soul,
They are the nothingman.

Empty canvases,
That is all they are.
No colour and no life,
They are the nothingman.

There is nothing I can do,
Except be let down by the truth.
Maybe it would be easier to be an abandoned shell,
I wish I was a nothingman.