As I walk through the valley I'm the shadow of death,
I keep myself together with every waking breath.
I make it unknown to everyone who I truely am,
no one will ever know the emotions I cram.
Some say i don't understand,
That I don't get it,
That I don't understand you,
Well I do, I see you, I know you, I get you.
I've been where you are,
I've walked through the valley and back up again,
I've slept alone with my thoughts in a den,
I thought it would never end.
Day after day,
Year after year,
never shedding one tear.
I stayed strong through the worst,
picked myself up when i was about to burst,
I've let love go when my lust had thirst.
I am the shadow in the valley of death.
I may look like im the angel of life,
no one needs to see the black cloke i wear,
they just see my smile and short cut hair.
Well groomed, teeth clean, smelling good,
no one relizes there is something below,
a second skin, lying within,
waiting to be let out to show my real self.
but until then the angel of life is here to stay,
to tell you your beautiful and great.
Even the shadow inside me knows its not to late,
to show you what I see in you,
to rewire your battered heart,
to give you a new start.
to tell you that your not stupid,
that your funny and cute and deserve cupid.
I'm hear to listen and help,
even though you think I can't
I'm going to try my best.
Not as the shadow of death,
but the angel of life,
to give you happiness in every breath.

I lie down under the shade of the tree.
There's only one tree on top of the hill.
I'm not exactly under the tree.
I'm on the side of the hill and the shawdow of the tree streches out towards me.
It's perfect with shade and warm sunlight that feels like a blanket
which seeps through the cracks of the leaves and the nice brezze.
I lay there thinking of nothing at all,
my worries were earsed from my mind.
What did I have to worry about? Worries were the reason I was here.
Slowly and slowly the atmosphere starts to take me into slumber.....

My eyes open a crack,
they start lieing to me  because  I see someone standing over me.
The sunlight is glimming on the person.
For I am still partly in the shade.
We glare at eachother hard not sure what to think.
then at random A weird warm feeling started to grow inside,
we both ease our gazes and I feel at peace again.
I've never felt this feeling before but it was the greatest....

It’s cold tonight.
Even though the ghosts in the fire jump and reaches for the stars they can never touch I am                                     still cold.
A body is pressing against mine,
I don’t know whose it is
Just that it’s not yours.
The smell his cheap cologne mix with my cigarette stained breath and earth fire
It doesn’t smell like home
It doesn’t smell like you
I can feel his hand running up and down my spine
I hate that you never touched me like that
Why didn’t you love me like that?
His arms are around me now when I see your face
You’re not looking at me
I guess I’m just a shawdow

as the moonlight pours across my windowpane, it bathes everything into a soft ethereal glow. the shadows retreat and transform everything into a still image

a silvery luminescence that is almost otherworldly. the way light dances on my walls casting its intricate pattern of light and shawdow is like a cinematographers dream

this lunar light has the power to elevate the ordinary into the extraordinary, just like daniel’s smile that can transform a mundane hallway into a sun kissed landscape

our friendship resembles this moonlit moment, gentle yet illuminating, quiet but radiating. just as the shadows cast by the moon's soft beams create depth and dimension, his presence adds richness to my life, making even the darkest moments feel less alone.