I see them playing on the wall,
My friendly shadows standing tall.
They laugh and they play,
And they make all the pain go away.
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It has been a year,
And I feel that things are as bad as I fear.
There is an absence on my wall,
Ever since that fateful fall.

I don’t know what they did,
But from them I could not have hid.
Those men in blue from this fall,
Have taken my shadows from the wall.

I have no way to know,
Where my shadows had to go.
But I have found a way to reach their fate,
If I can visit that blackened gate.

All they wanted was to play a game,
My friendly shadows whom I give fame.
And since those men took them away,
It is I who has to pay.

Most people can't get out of bed,
Without a shot of Joe to the head,
But it's never been the thing for me,
For you see,


Cannibalism was never my thing.

I've fallen into a rosebush,
For I was in far too much of a rush,
Now I lay stuck, and fresh out of luck,
As I scramble in the bramble.

But this bush is not as it seems,
For there is movement at the seams.
The movement is hushed,
And my pleas it has shushed,
As it beams into my dreams.

It's too late,
I can't change my fate,
Give up on the fight,
And everything will be alright.

I scream and I shout,
But no one is willing to bring this change about.
Only too late do I see,
That there are hundreds of others just like me.
None of them thinking,
Their wills shrinking,
Lost to the rosebush,
Their voices a collective hush.

But not all is lost,
Because at a great cost,
I have written this warning:
**Beware the rosebush if your individuality you will be mourning.

Here I lay trapped,
Left here bound.
To that which I have clasped,
Until I am unwound.

Its intentions are not as pure,
It remains shrouded in deceit.
For this there is a cure,
If only our blindness we defeat.

This devil has us,
Locked within his hells.
Sad and lorn we stay so anxious,
Moved only by hourly bells.