Breathing down my neck.
Can't get enough.
No where to go back to--
no place to scream home.

Scratching down my throat--
the burn just won't stop.
No way to prevent
the pain that is
eating me.

Biting up my body.
Just got to get the money.
No other way to leave this life.
I'm breathing and
the poison wins.

I'm fading away--
blowing in the wind--
burning up my years--
pouring like the rain.
Fading away
like your smoke in the sky.

I don't know how to...
I don't know what this...
I don't know how this...
I don't know where...
I don't know.

I suppose if I don't know how to think...
I suppose if I don't know how to think this...
I suppose if I don't know what to think...
I suppose if I don't know what to think here...
I suppose I just don't know.

I sit and I listen;
I stand and move accordingly,
I bump shoulders with no apology--
I am simply blending in.

I stand and move accordingly,
I bump people with no burdens--
I am simply blending in.

I bump people wiping rain off their tears--
I am simply blending in.

I am simply blending in
I am simply blending me in
I am simply blending me in
I am simply blending my in


I am simply blending my end.

There lies a door with a lock-
its home on the wall, floor,
or even the heightening ceiling.

We spot it once at birth;
a solid color painted-thick or thin-
in the first quarter.

We meet it once more in love;
a pattern traced-bright or light-
in the second quarter.

We lean against it for support when
trouble tramples hope- crying or courageously-
in the third quarter.

We lie within its threshold when we die;
red fate string -too long or too short-
in the fourth quarter.

We won't depart until with the door
the lines between are colored silver,
and we await the fifth quarter to reveal a hidden truth.

My name is Darkness.
I have a contract with light,
so I can be seen in corners and alleys.
I follow you because you follow the plight
and I will let you carry me, as long I can catch you.

My name is Evil,
I have a contract with good,
to add balance to your soul and
let you see my horns and many thorns.
I stalk you because you are one person, not a people.
I will let you hold my hand, as long as I can run ahead.

My name is Moon,
I have a contract with Sun,
because I need to ignite the night
and show you that I can shine just as bright.
I wake up because I like to watch you respite.
I will let you sleep as long as I can turn out your lights.

My name is not Darkness.
My name is not Evil.
My name is not Moon.

My name is Shadow.
I have a contract with light,
so I can be in corners and alleys.
I'm glued to one person, not a people.
I may have horns and I can have thorns.
I will hold your hand, and even let you run ahead.
I won't watch you fall, but I cannot catch you.
I will let you sleep as long as you keep on the light.

My name is not Darkness.
My name is not Evil.
My name is not Moon.
My name is Shadow.
I was born a stalker.

With the body gone, I
No longer see a beautiful bust,
Notice the tears with free release,
Begin to know thousands of new feelings.

With the body gone, you
Cry and cry,
Mourn and mourn,
Sob and sob, some more and more.

With the body gone, he
Internally breaks and fails,
Externally stays strong for a man must not be seen crying,
Protects his daughter's pure body of innocence.

With the body gone, the World
Is one man short and three men larger,
Working to cover its unknown loss,
And keeps moving like the gears of solar powered clock.

With the body gone, God
Takes the soul,
Holds it carefully in his hands,
And admires the man who put the money on the table and said "here."