My shadow crawls behind me,
A demon cast by the sun,
Just as the sun sets it grabs me,
And tells me to run,
And so run I do,
I rush into my home,
And turn behind me to witness,
My shadow twisting in on itself,
Metamorphosing and bearing fangs,
Its eyes turn into empty pockets,
And its heart fades to black,
My shadow is what I would've been,
Had it not been for the sun.