I've lost my shadow under a bridge where I lay rest to all the times I've been wronged
It stops by every once in a while and asks me to play it a sad tune on my guitar
******* shadow
******* and all the places I've walked alone
I think the sun and moon are conspiring against me
in order to overthrow my pulse and lend it to someone that's worth a ****
Someone who follows there mind instead of there heart
Someone like you
I watch my ghost jump off high buildings far to often
Antagonizing me to hold its hand
Screaming on the way down all the names of the women who have shattered my world
My existence has become a record on repeat, playing a depressing song about never trusting another to hold your heart for to long
The vinyl has a single scratch that when it meets the needle my shadow and ghost appear crying and begging me to follow them into some dark forgotten place
Somewhere that robs you of your name and hurts anyone who ever loved you
Though silence is not what I'm seeking
My search is not one to numb what's left of me
It's one of bleeding on pages to strangers about a boy who lost his shadow and ignored his ghost just long enough to ride in this vessel until the wheels fall off
Just long enough to spill ink on a book and call it art
Just long enough to remind myself that the hands that created all this beauty and love, are the same ones who created all this pain and destruction.