Silent Contempt, he marchs forwards

Out he walks, sick to his stomach sanity long since driven him insane. His feet now slaves, shadows his master he walks on, unnoticed. Bright lights, and empty echoes, cacoon him so, the cold left out. Emerges, with vigour, optimisim perhaps? to find his soul more dilute than before. Empty lives, wasted vessels, Scuffle past, a blur. potential was there,now dead and decaying no one but the herder at fault, for sheared wool fell, so tagged thought along with it Silent contempt, STILL unnoticed, plain view, upfront, basking in light, that bright fucking light, the animals gaze upon him, blind.