Travelers of Misseria

 

 

In endless paths you may see them, walking aimessly to unknown horizons, no pain or joy their hearts do show, no charity or sympathy did society ever showed…

Misseria is the name of the land they walk, not a nation, not a city ,nor town, it’s the fate and the identity of the dirt they walk on, an empty landscape of dead plants and sights…

Travelers of Misseria their name must be, ‘cause no guilt, emotion or fear they feel, plain and simple their faces be, forever lost in emptyness and void they live…

No love, no hapiness and sorrow for them, for humans and gods just denial gave, and never forget the hope they once had, they wished one day a better world they could build…

Misseria is the land I warn you about, a land of dead life and depressing sights, no human ever returned from there sane, just souls whom be already lost in madness may stay…

Plaase go away, go away, pay attention to that sign, clerly says that no human may pass, let space and let the mad one come in, only carriers of sadness may here last…

Today a good bye will echoe in the land, rest and dreams the poor travelers must have, the path they walk is long and has no end, at last a breath to continue forever on their knees…