Shadows

As the moon is filled,
with emotions and colors...
I beckon the moonlight to hide my failing
Mask of consciousness.

Reality clashes with the bittersweet land
of mystic realms and dreams...
Persistent awakenings unfocus my chaotic
line of reasoning.

My stiff, yet racing heart
pounds at your door...
Yet, your heart is locked.

My voice betrays me into the
storm of fallen tongues and broken slates...
Our un-human form,
visualizes our need for independence...
For we are all aching to be one another.

Our decaying individuality is washed away
as we bury one another,
in our own faults and happenings.
To each structure of sentence we conduct,
we slaughter those we hold must near.

If I am not myself...
then who am I to mimic?
If I am only myself behind closed doors,
Never shall I be complete...
Nor shall I be human...
For I am the nonexistence of a shadow,
A shadow who could not find the sun.