I would never think I would be so cruel, so gentle, or warmth, My shadow of me is depth, so damp, so dark. I captured my soul and it spit out my shadow, was I the chosen one? or was I the broad?. The rapid view is like vapid. The light is the dark, the dark is the damp, My reaction of the gentleness of me is so timid, so breath. I seek for my light soul and tear my eyes out. I want people to know that I am different that I can do anything, that I can overcome my fears and nightmares. Yah! I wear black oh well, but it doesn't change my personality. Its my life right? or is it my light? Who cares! Who knows! But all I can say is let me be me!