Souless Survivor

This is a world meant for survivors. It’s the strong that make the change. They come alone, they depart the same; They have no place to leave their name. So they drift... Looking to find the answer that Separates them from the weak. Traveling a road, Never turning their cheek against the wind. Looking blindly into the sun they walk, Not run; Indifference has slowed them down. It has branded their skin, It has become their name: The art of indifference is their only shame. Surviving... Yet empty shells.