Shadows

Escape the darkness,

Escape the black,

Escape the abyss,

Escape it all.

How are you suppose to feel?

When your shadow lurks behind you,

Closely.

And with its icy fingers,

It grasps,

With its evil passion,

Its eternal lust.

Your soul in its hand,

Withering.

And you see the colours,

So beautiful, so engrossing.

They are dancing, almost teasing.

They appear in reach,

So you reach out,

Hoping to grasp that warmth,

With your icy fingers.

Yet as you watch,

The light casts a shadow,

Amongst an obstacle in your path,

And your shadow emerges.

The evil laughter roars.

But no eyes turn.

They do not wander.

The colours hide,

But you could almost feel them,

Grasp them.

An escape, an exit.

Almost.

And with that shadow,

Walking at your heels,

It holds you tight,

Almost comforting you,

Like a child in its mother's arms.

It feels like home,

But not really.