shadow
you.
an eternity of waiting. of drifting through the clouds, of wandering through the wastes. of sinking into the spheres of hell. and you. you were always there, like a beacon of light. and a curse. yes, a curse, too. one i am unable to fight back, like a recurring nightmare that make us affraid of falling asleep, for we know it will return to haunt our dreams. and yet my feverish mind is not restless, and my feeble body is not tireless, and both end up giving in and embracing the nightfall of the soul.
every man needs dreams after all.
and within the halls of reverie, i've lost myself. i fought my pride. i betrayed. i murdered. i commited suicide once and twice and you kept bringing me back to life. with a promise - another veiled curse that my never-seeing eyes could not fathom. shadows. shadow, for it's singular. i'm singular. i'm half singular in fact, as my meaningless shadow becomes irrelevant. no one notices a shadow under the sun, after all. why should they? a shadow has no life of its own. no feelings. no shame. a shadow is nothing. one turns off the light and the shadow is gone, gone as the darkness takes over. a shadow. a meaningless, irrelevant shadow.
and you.
an eternity of waiting. of drifting through the clouds, of wandering through the wastes. of sinking into the spheres of hell. and you. you were always there, like a beacon of light. and a curse. yes, a curse, too. one i am unable to fight back, like a recurring nightmare that make us affraid of falling asleep, for we know it will return to haunt our dreams. and yet my feverish mind is not restless, and my feeble body is not tireless, and both end up giving in and embracing the nightfall of the soul.
every man needs dreams after all.
and within the halls of reverie, i've lost myself. i fought my pride. i betrayed. i murdered. i commited suicide once and twice and you kept bringing me back to life. with a promise - another veiled curse that my never-seeing eyes could not fathom. shadows. shadow, for it's singular. i'm singular. i'm half singular in fact, as my meaningless shadow becomes irrelevant. no one notices a shadow under the sun, after all. why should they? a shadow has no life of its own. no feelings. no shame. a shadow is nothing. one turns off the light and the shadow is gone, gone as the darkness takes over. a shadow. a meaningless, irrelevant shadow.
and you.
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