In the middle of a crowd,
The surrounding voices far too loud,
I look up and try to see a cloud
But I only face the Shadows
I’m alone in my home
Yet in the mirror, a clone
Her skin as cold as a burial stone
And she’s one of the Shadows
Scarlet, sticky and warm
Brought to the surface by a thorn,
That leaves my skin ragged and torn.
It flows and melds with the Shadows.
I fight to stay alive
Though I know I will not survive
I’ll simply be one of the Hive…
And all around me are the comforting Shadows.
With that realization I die,
And now in peace I can lie.
Never again will I cry
In the warm embrace of the Shadows