She must be my purest truth, a trickery of light. The part of me that has to stand, screaming silence into the night.
I prefer my silhouette, as my reflection is a disguise. Something waiting to spill out, darkness shaded through my eyes.
She walks with me and whispers doubt, this extension of my being. Never having to pay much mind, to the heartache I keep leaving.
Keeping all my secrets, she mimic's every move I make. Struggling with my sanity, and how my minds about to break.
I am light while she is dark, this Shadow next to me. Merging with my identity, becoming this contradiction that you see.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
She must be my purest truth, a trickery of light. The part of me that has to stand, screaming silence into the night.
I prefer my silhouette, as my reflection is a disguise. Something waiting to spill out, darkness shaded through my eyes.
She walks with me and whispers doubt, this extension of my being. Never having to pay much mind, to the heartache I keep leaving.
Keeping all my secrets, she mimic's every move I make. Struggling with my sanity, and how my minds about to break.
I am light while she is dark, this Shadow next to me. Merging with my identity, becoming this contradiction that you see.
