The Story of Nowhere Man

The depth of my soul, narrowly saved, has been kept by unseen hands,
Then fate did stir, and I awoke in a nowhere land,
All I could do was flee a diabolical clan.

And the story of a young man began with an unknown plan,
A lonely soul, alluring bait for Satan,
Worries, doubt, and gloomy sorrow surrounded him to the end.

A wretch he glimpsed, pacing graves with a long-lost friend,
After all the time with those fellas was spent beside a fiend.
The crowd was in a hurry to catch the ominous event.

It felt like an inevitable march toward the king of dark, to demand reckoning for the souls once offered as present.
There was no strange man, we were walking in the dark land but all of us was resident,
But there was nothing more than a strange walk on the final path to the judgement day.

Death was the one and only merciful friend on this forsaken way.
Till the hills turned to dust and hope drifted away,
On that cursed day, pale husks shall crack and drift into decay.