A figure stands identical to me,
yet painted entirely in black.
It lies upon the floor, pinned to my feet.
It has no face; it has no mouth.
It only mimics what I do.
It doesn't do anything at first since I assume
It only deepened as my condition turned to cloud,
until the shadow finally found a voice.
It began to speak, its murmur, it's even louder
a wandering void heavy upon my shoulders.
I kept talking about nothing.
I kept screaming to get away from my head
I kept offering words that dissolved before they could form
Bleeding transparency into a room that wouldn’t listen
until one day, the shadow of myself vanished.
The weight lifted from my shoulders.
And only then did I realize
I was the one who had final death
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
A figure stands identical to me,
yet painted entirely in black.
It lies upon the floor, pinned to my feet.
It has no face; it has no mouth.
It only mimics what I do.
It doesn't do anything at first since I assume
It only deepened as my condition turned to cloud,
until the shadow finally found a voice.
It began to speak, its murmur, it's even louder
a wandering void heavy upon my shoulders.
I kept talking about nothing.
I kept screaming to get away from my head
I kept offering words that dissolved before they could form
Bleeding transparency into a room that wouldn’t listen
until one day, the shadow of myself vanished.
The weight lifted from my shoulders.
And only then did I realize
I was the one who had final death
