words I had left far behind, follow me like my shadow. I am nothing but a shadow myself but they find their way through the darkest alleys, shadowing my invisible footsteps. I feel betrayed, my silence stolen, my salvation denied. yet they are the only means, except the silence that surrounds me; the only testimony to a forbidden journey in time.
the trailing tears to a life left behind, shining in the moonlight, defying timeless boundaries; how senseless of me to have left these clues behind?
it's me; I lured them to my salvation and now they dance in resounding echoes of death, ruining my ritual of eternal silence. they sulk inside me, break into my secret chambers and feed on my dreams.
I know they are mere shadows; the shadows of a shadow, but I can't own them now. I know their cunning little plans, they're sneaking, whispering and their many precarious gifts; gift of greatness, rising above the boundaries of mortal life. what they don't realize is that there are no such things called boundaries, that phantom wanderers don't have a home.. that there is no end to a beginning and no beginning of an end.
nothing is true; it's just the light at the end of the tunnel. a blinding light that is nowhere but everywhere, nothing but everything.
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Drown
PoetryI often get very depressed and lonely when night falls. I write poetry to try and get my feelings out. Welcome to the inner depths on my sick, twisted mind.
