No stranger to the shadows, theyíve been to you close friends
Embracing you in secrecy they camouflage your pain. Never speaking only listening, they seem to understand, on the heart infuriated and injured the shadows make no demands.
Who am I, and who I am are questions cloaked in mystery.
In the shadows there is nothing that distinguishes these silhouettes from me; Like gazing in a mirror without reflection, by the darkness Iím defined.
Cloaked in the solitude of darkness what truth have I come to know? It hasnít healed my bleeding wounds, but blinded me to discern how infected that they grow. I know the pain Iím suffering, but the shadows they ignore, accepting me just as I am with flaws and opened sores.
No stranger to the shadows, with them I have a friend. They show me all that Iíll ever know, believe or understand. The only problem that I have with darkness is that like everything and everyone Iíve known, when confronted by the light it too leaves me all alone.
Oh no, Iím no stranger to shadows, itís the light that I donít know!
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