I've molded myself into something terrifying.
At night I linger, worn and lost.
Inconceivable mirages wash ashore
of past memories locked away and sent drifting down the river.
I sit in desolate stillness,
As the river rewinds flow
And the bottle returns to me

I'm trapped like a rodent
in a maze of my own creation.
It's weaved together,
Poorly,
with my own frustration.
Callused Overgrown.
I've come to revelation
Its now 10 feet thick.
I couldn't escape if I pleased.
None can come in.
So leave me to whither,
In this hedge all my own.
I've grown quite accustomed,
To the leaves when they grow.

I left my shadow behind once,
Or I think it had left me.
Maybe I had stared to much,
Or give it what it needs
I think I lost my shadow once
In a dream within a dream
When I awoke with quite a hunch,
It appeared I couldn't scream.
Last night I drew my shadow,
I had found there with you,
Laughing, Crazy, Dancing, O!
Waxing alongside the moon.
Last night my shadow hid away,
It had never used to do.
Likely sick of solid decay,
I know I would be too.
This eve I followed Shadow,
Through moonlit forested planes,
Among starred skies I yelled, please,
Wait
And tonight I lose my shadow,
Tonight my soul.
Hard to even rate each other
When neither are even whole.