You think this a game?
I'm not the one to blame.
The shadows can't be tamed.
No one can be blamed,
When we are all chained.
The shadows can't be restrained.
I can see your pained.
If only I could light the flame,
So your heart could be the same.
The shadows play a running game,
They have no sense of shame.
But I'll be the one to aim,
To set the shadows aflame.
The shadows have a name you see,
An ill famed one at that.
The shadows come from open frames,
The ones who can still lay claim.
And the shadows given name,
Can only be claimed,
By the boys and girls who are maimed.
That is why, you see, I set them aflame-
So all of you can be free.
YOU ARE READING
Words
PoesieAngst /äNG(k)st/ noun a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general. informal a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.
