Cheers to idle fears and fruitless years

I stand upon my shadow

She traded lies for worthless guys

It goes where ever I go.


She'd give a penny for my two cents;

 my senses oddly smitten.

My shadow leaves no form to follow,

For the darkness leaves it hidden.


Tho' no paths lit, I will not sit.

This void is where I stand

From within our mess of shadows,

She offers me her hand.