Shadows

whispering handswhispering hands Posts: 13,527
edited March 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Shadows are my new fashion
A cloak of despair.
This is the world that's chosen me,
They fall and so do I.
Light is not welcome here,
My eyes shall remain closed.
For all that is before me is dark,
And shadows are alive.
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