Sharp Shadows

August 30, 2017
And whom are these sharp shadows,
Clouding out the demons,
They dance in my head.
Telling me secrets,
Wanting me dead.
Send away the voices to Jupiter, red
Shadows among them,
'Twas not pretend.
Give me my mind,
They won't leave my head.
Dark, weary, somber nights,
I promise,
They are not your friend.
They love when your freight,
Don't fed into them,
If you believe,
I promise they're pretend.
These sharp shadows,
Dancing on the walls of my mind,
If I'd die,
It'd be the perfect crime.

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